Diva went on a date last night. I know this shouldn't be anything special because Diva has been on a number of dates with a number of fellows, however.......
I have been chatting with math man for a little while now and via chat we got on really well. He went to the same uni as I did, which isn't a local one, he studied maths, so did I, he is a teacher, I am too just not in the same way, he is smart, together, has a stable career and knows what he wants.
I agreed to a first date at his place. Stupid in a way, but I gave my sister his address and said if I hadn't called her by midnight, send the cops. I just had a feeling that I could either trust him or trust myself that I could deck him out cold if required. It has been a bad week at work and if I got anymore crap from him I would have the strength of a a gym junkie in a roid rage.
He said what about a casual dinner, wine and dvd on the couch. Very nice first date, although a little confronting. DVD was a good thing though because I thought if conversation was non-existent, we had distraction and no need to strain for chat topics. So he suggested I bring the DVD. Well lord, I said I have a few chick flicks and comedies but mostly psycho thriller murder stuff. OK, freaked him out a little and he was clearly more comfortable with a comedy.
A funny thing. I was more nervous about whether he would freak out if I went in for the typical wog kiss on the cheek greeting. Some guys aren't too comfortable with that and being a first date was that a little odd blah blah blah. I went in for the wog thing and all was good. We actually started chatting straight away which was great. We really hit it off and laughed and chatted. He asked me how my day at work was. I have my friends that are interested in my day, thanks Bruce in particular, but in the wasted 7yrs with 'it', he rarely asked and when he did, he didn't care. Then he cooked. Great tuna pasta dish! We had a glass of wine (I would have brought wine except he mentioned not to bring any as he had a good collection. Impressive). Then had dinner on the couch with the movie. Seriously crap movie. Some funny parts but mostly total crap.
After the movie he asked if I wanted to go outside on the balcony. Great....he wants to push me off now was my main thought but I said yes and thought if I am meant to die at least I will die on a main street with plenty of witnesses. Way to make an exit!
We got chatting and chatting and chatting and then he brushed my hair off my face. Oh my god. That was so unexpected and sweet and romantic and I still have shivers thinking about it. Then he kissed me and asked if it were ok. OMG yet again. As I write I seriously have the butterfly thing happening. This kissing went on for some time actually, and we all know how much I love to kiss.
We then kissed our way inside and got to the bedroom and then I put on the breaks. I think this guy could be a keeper and I wasn't going to spoil it by 'fun' on our first date. I actually have rules with myself. Never sleep with him/her on a first date. Doesn't always work, and with a non-keeper, sure, I am up for a one night stand, but not this time. Funny thing about sex. If I get the butterfly feelings, I fall and get emotionally attached straight away the minute that line is crossed. If I had crossed that line with math man last night and if he didn't call again, I would get all pathetic and cry and feel crap and probably end up calling M-Cop and shagging my brains out just for the sake of it.
We actually ended up on the bed kissing and chatting anyway and I was so close to breaking my own rules (without getting into too much detail, with all the kissing and groping going on, I didn't realise my shirt ripped!), that I had to call it a night. I really really wanted to stay the night but then that little voice in my head said wait and see what happens. He said that it was fine and that he respected my decision and loved kissing etc so he seemed ok. Who knows what he was thinking. He may never call again and if that is the case, I have had a great night but no one night stand.
I hope he calls again. I won't chase him. He knows where I stand. I told him I had a great night and would love to catch up again really soon and he said he would call me.
Fingers crossed
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