I Love …

when he pulls in me really tight when we’re sleeping.

when he kisses my neck.

how he sometimes just holds my face.

how excited he gets to cook something interesting.

that he bought me girly slippers for when I’m over.

the way he looks in the shower.

the half smile he gives me when we wake up.

that on our second sleepover, he gave me a toothbrush.

that he didn’t flinch when I left a contact lens case and solution at his place.

that for my birthday, he bought me a 60 oz bottle of Grey Goose.

that he introduced me to his parents and his best friends.

that he spends at least one day a week with his family.

that after a long workday, he pours me a glass of wine before I’ve asked for it.

Momentum

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In a previous post I spoke about Good Will’s potential; well that potential has become momentum.

For the past four months I have been spending time with an incredibly special man. He’s kind, funny, smart, nerdy, considerate, and generally, just the best man I have ever dated.

We’ve had roadbumps, that’s for sure, but here’s the thing: I’ve matured as a partner. So these roadbumps haven’t blown up into fights or even arguments. We talk, he listens and we both adjust our behaviour. It’s like we’re adults, or something.

He’s not vocal about his feelings, but I’ve never felt more secure. He’s never told me that I’m smart or pretty or sexy, but he makes me feel all of those things every time we are together – who needs words when actions show so much more?

He’s great, and even as I write this post about him, I can’t help but smile.

Fingers crossed that the momentum continues to grow, because I don’t want this one to go anywhere.

Two Stories

After several dates with Good Will, my motto has become, ‘We’ll see.’

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The only reason is he is … complicated. And I know we all come with baggage and we all have issues from relationships past, but it’s difficult to remember that in the moment. When something difficult is being discussed, or he does something that isn’t awesome, I sometimes forget that there are two storylines going on in the situation.

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That’s Odd, He Has Potential

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I went on a local OkCupid date, the first ever.

Can we talk about how proud I am that I’m finally exploring, and having a little success in the local, dating market? Action in your own bed is nice! And how great would it be to fall for a boy that lives a taxi ride away from you, rather than a trans-continental flight away from you.

So the date was good. I had originally allotted him an hour and a half, but we ended up hanging out for four and a half hours. He’s engaging and nerdy and cute and funny and seemingly smart.  Our date took place half a block from his apartment, so we went back to his place after for another drink and some more banter.

He said to me over dinner, “I think we’re cut from the same cloth.”

It was cute.

But herein lies the rub: he didn’t kiss me!

What’s up with that?

I got home and immediately rang my bestie, who proceeded to say  ”Maybe he’s not a slut.”

Ouch.

But I get her point. And according to one source I “would be a really intimidating date”. Sure.

We have date #2 planned. So we’ll see.

We will see.

Skype me this, Skype me that

I went on a date with a cute German while I was in Berlin. He was tall, had beautiful blue eyes, and spoke great English. It was a nice evening, that ended in my hotel room, just short of sex. The next day, I accidentally ran into him. (No, seriously, I was waiting for some new friends at a subway stop and he randomly appeared from the train. In a city of three million, to run into the one person you know is a pretty crazy thing, no?) But I never heard from him again.

Until he messaged me online. He told me how he wished I lived in Berlin. He repeatedly expressed how much fun he had on our date. He then he asked if we could Skype.

And Skype we did.

At the end of the day,  it was nice to know that I left an impression, of any kind.

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