After a very brutal breakup, I was finally stepping back into the dating pool. My friend had set me up with a friend she knew was also trying to get back in the dating scene. I don’t have any shame in admitting that he was totally out of my league. He was charming, good looking and knew exactly how to make conversations happen. I, on the other hand, didn’t quite know what exactly a conversation was supposed to sound like on a date and was on the verge of spilling my drink at least a dozen times. And well, okay, I’ll admit that I am not all that bad looking either.
Nevertheless, half an hour into the date I was smitten - but also knew if this worked out it could prove to be quite dangerous for my heart that had only just begun healing. We met for dinner and drinks but it just didn’t seem quite enough. So after we were done with the first place, we went over to another.
By the time we were done, it was well past midnight and I was just trying to book a cab to head over to my friend’s place when he asked me if I wanted to spend the night at his place instead. It was quite late and I was a little tipsy. I considered the possibility of this and got instantly scared. I mean this was only the first date and what did I even know about this guy. However, I did know that he was my friend’s college mate and had been quite a gentleman all night. I also knew that if this had to be something, it had to be very short-lived. So, after a few minutes of thinking, I agreed.
We headed back to his place in a cab. We talked the whole time. Well, he did most of the talking but I loved listening to him talk. He was just so passionate about everything he had to say, I could not help but stare at him like a lovestruck puppy.
Once we reached his place, which was empty for the night, I sat in his bed and an awkward silence took over. ‘Well, I don’t know how to do these things but I think you should kiss me right about now,’ he said. I smiled as we bent forward and placed our lips on each others.
It was a hot, much needed makeout session! A few minutes into it, he asked if I wanted to take it to the next level but I declined and he completely understood. I couldn’t believe I had just met a guy who could hold conversations, was a great kisser and considered consent an important part of sex.
We cuddled up all night and talked. About our lives, what we wanted to do in the future, how we wanted to do it and everything else that comes up in post 2 am talks. Neither of us talked about us or our love lives and honestly, I didn’t mind. Things were just great the way they were for today and that is what I remember my last thought being before I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me.
Published on Mar 31, 2017