Our timing is in sync. Every time I go outside he also happens to be. Hm, universe.
I was letting Kali out early and he was rolling out to surf. He stopped his car at the sidewalk and got out to address me. Very gentlemanly. Asked if I had plans this weekend, and being the last minute “planner” that I am I of course didn’t.
So after some text bantering throughout the day, I went over there after work around 6:30. I brought popcorn and popcorn salt (don’t worry, mom, I come packing). Along with a glass of wine, some almonds, and mangos. He fed me again a beautiful salad. We tried again to coerce Bijou from out under the bed. She came out, but any quick movement and she darted back. She’ll warm up. Pets love me because they know how much I love them. He shared a sad, vulnerable sweet story about a childhood cat that went missing. It obviously stuck with him.
After dinner we started watching John Wick as he was giddy with excitement although he’d already seen it 15 times. But I always like sharing favorites too. Cool thing is, it’s a series, so hopefully more planned movie dates for 2 and 3, and 4 if theaters ever open back up again after Covid.
He placed just a hand on my knee towards the end, but otherwise, we were both captivated in the movie. He leaned forward at one point and I was watching how beautiful he is. I hope beauty isn’t synonymous with asshole in this case. I always seem to go for the “too good looking” narcissist, but it’s hard not to. But I don’t want him “too nice” either. Ah, patterns. At least I’m aware?
Post movie came the cuddling. The most amazing part. He’s very affectionate and calls his cat, My Love. It’s adorable how he says it. Is that weird if I envision it directed towards me someday? A girl can dream, right? Why the fuck not.
I think we both fell asleep a little bit. I was trying to absorb all of his energy and body that I could. I had him turn over as I rubbed his gorgeous skin and strong back. OMG a sight. Then we continued cuddling and touching. Never kissed. I don’t know yet if he’s not a kisser, scared of Covid, or perhaps it’s “too personal” or intimate? It’s my favorite thing and I hope to experience it soon.
I know things could have advanced, but I kept telling myself to just go home before it did, although it’s the last thing I wanted. But at 2:30 a.m. I finally got off the couch and walked 10 ft home.
I’m aware of our close proximity. I’m honestly not sure what that means other than convenience at this point and gratitude. For the first time in a while I’m excited. He possesses many good traits of all my past. I’m recognizing it. I feel myself, but want to remain cool. He doesn’t know yet who I am, so I could understand going slowly. Probably good for us all. Dang it.
I want to remain hopeful and optimistic although past performance in dating is a bad indicator. I just always tell myself when timing and luck intersect, the right connection with naturally occur.
I’m ready. If he’s right, I hope he is too.
