[Continued from previous post]
After a weird night and interesting morning after drunkenly making out with a close friend of mine, I was terrified to receive a “we need to talk” text, and I made it known. Why do people even use that awful phrase? We made plans to grab dinner two days later after my evening classes, and the entire time leading up to it, I was pretty panicked. What if he was upset with me? Did I take advantage of him? Who initiated it? Did he regret it? Did I regret it? How the hell could I make this all go away?
We both arrived at the restaurant and the first thing I realized was how nicely dressed he was. He looked really handsome (read: I wanted to touch his muscles). He immediately started the conversation by letting me know that I had nothing to apologize for, and that he was happy what happened happened. We joked a little, talked a lot, and he filled in some small details that he remembered from the evening. Apparently, after my smooth “want to come upstairs and look at the dead ladybug on my lightbulb” line, he laid down on my bed, and I got on top of him and wrote his name on his forehead with liquid eyeliner (what the fuck?). Somewhere after that the kissing occurred. We aren’t quite sure who started it, but neither of us were complaining.
We talked about what should happen next. I was pretty scared through the entire chat, but he was sweet and I appreciated it. Ultimately, we decided to see where things go and to spend some time getting to know one another. I was really hesitant because I’ve seen him date a few people in our friend group, and I was really nervous he might want a relationship more than wanting a particular person. He shared with me how he’s become more picky, and yes, wants a relationship… but with the right person. I also asked why many of his relationships recently have failed, which responded that people moving or planning to move really made things hard.
We made plans to watch a movie at my apartment later that week and it was really great.
Obviously, it’s been about a month since Valentine’s Day. We all know how terribly uncommitted I am to this blog, so expecting that Ill go through all the details of this month is pretty unrealistic. Instead, I offer you the bulleted sparknotes version (which I will keep in chronological order-ish):
- Friday movie night – he came over, we watched movies, he decided to sleep over, and I thought it was really cute that he wanted to spend the night on our first “real” date even when sex wasnt on the table. We had a great time, and then the next morning, sex was put on the table… my bad. (It was OK. It has improved SIGNIFICANTLY).
- His dating history – I had some hangups about knowing so many women he dated, so I asked him about it. Turns out he has only slept with 5 people; four of which I know, and the fifth being the girl he lost his virginity to at 23. Since, I have learned that he has been in one “serious” relationship, which he ended because of different values/interests. The other girls he was interested in pursuing, but they were either crazy (confirmed), or moving.
- MOAR DATES and texting – I reread my posts from when I was dating TP and it was scary, because a lot of how I talked about him at the beginning is how I feel about RH. That being said, I feel about a zillion times better about RH. He is thoughtful, willing to talk about things that are on my/his mind, and he always initiates texts and asks me to spend time with him. This is the first time in a while where I have felt confident in someone’s feelings toward me, and haven’t been overanalyzing to the point of ruining something good.
- Our friends all know (ugh) – I am a private person, so I am sure you can imagine how mortified I was when the day after valentines day girls were coming up to me and saying “I heard you and RH had sex. He’s a great guy, good for you.” This past weekend, we went out with our friend group and kept our distance, but at the end of the night were pretty drunk and split a cab home (to my apartment) with another group of friends who live by me. I guess that means the cat is out of the bag. He really wants to just have it out there so things aren’t weird, and I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone and see what happens.
This weekend should be interesting and fun. I have some friends in town and we are all going to a big St. Pattys Day parade/festival and RH will be there (actually, he is planning the event). I should probably write a bit more to end this post, but I am tired, so its going to end on this awkward note. More updates to come soon 🙂