Hello dear readers, and again I must apologize for my time away from this blog that I really do love. I’ve been hiding out because I’ve been in a relationship for about two months now, and I was afraid that writing about this relationship would be the kiss of death, but that seems to be approaching now anyways. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so allow me to start at the beginning with the guy that I will call Mr. Almost-Perfect.
I met Mr. Almost-Perfect through a friend who knew I was doing the online dating thing, and apparently so was Mr. Almost-Perfect, though we had never crossed paths. He went to church with my friend, and I was excited about that. I go to church about every other weekend, but my church didn’t seem to have any single guys (not that I was going for that reason, but it never hurts to look, right? I did meet an ex-boyfriend at a grocery store once, so you never know…). Mr. Almost-Perfect and I exchanged many text messages and phone calls before we met, and they always made me more excited to meet him. However, there were a couple weird moments, like when he sent me a picture of him with a young cousin and wrote “Isn’t she cute? Can’t wait to have one!”. Uh oh, was this a type of guy who rushes into relationships? Was he planning what our wedding would look like, even before he had met me? He had also told me about several of his other dates he’d had, and it seemed he had met a lot of girls through online dating, and even met his current “best friend” through an online dating site (she apparently wasn’t into him but they began a serious friendship because of their similar interests and hobbies, such as rock climbing, fishing and something called ‘Ninja Warrior’- you know all things I’m totally into- NOT!). I also found out that he has an ex-fiancée who cheated on him. He was also super into God, which was cool, but I drove to the date wondering if he was going to be a Jesus-freak, who didn’t want to do anything fun because of his love of religion. Not that that’s a bad thing, but what if this guy was saving his first kiss for his wedding day type of thing? I was getting that vibe, so I was a bit nervous. He also texted me on my way to the restaurant and let me know that he would shake my hand when he met me and give me a hug when we left, just so it wouldn’t be awkward. Umm, I think that text was awkward.
But, as you already know of course, the first date went awesome. We met at an Asian-Fusion restaurant because I had just started my cleanse, and they had a gluten-free menu (points for him from the get-go for that), and we had the best conversation. I usually like to have a drink on an “interview” (what I call a first meeting with someone I haven’t met before- I don’t think it should count as a date until you know you’re into them) because it makes me less nervous and I think I talk more freely with a drink, but that wasn’t an option, and the conversation was still great. He was a bit awkward at times, but it just made me laugh a lot. When our dinner was over an hour and a half later, I felt sad about our date being over, but with my being on the cleanse, our options for what to do next were limited; he didn’t want the date to be over either I realized when he asked if I wanted to get a drink. I told him I would watch him drink, but then he felt bad for bringing it up. “How about a coffee?” he suggested, but that was a no-no on the cleanse diet as well. So we settled for walking about the mall and talking, and we did that for over two hours, though the time passed quickly; I didn’t even realize how long we had been talking until we got kicked out of the mall at closing time- that’s a good sign I thought. So he walked me to my car, and as promised gave me a hug goodbye. And then gave me a second hug, because it was just that good of a date.
So Mr. Almost-Perfect clearly liked me too, and texted me the next day and said he couldn’t wait to see me again, if I wanted to. Of course I did! He had told me at the restaurant that Mondays and Wednesdays were his free days, because climbing was Tuesdays and Thursdays, and I could tell he liked to have everyday filled with some kind of activity. So, on Wednesday, I was only a little surprised that he wanted to hang out again, though it was really soon. I told him I had a busy night of grading papers ahead of me, because, well, I did, but I was also apprehensive to hang out again so soon. But he told me he would help me grade, and was very persistent about this (and I promise, I did warn him about how dull it would be, and tried to talk him out of it), but he came to my house that night ready to grade. I think he was a bit shocked about how much I actually had to accomplish.
So we graded, and talked, but mostly graded until I was exhausted from grading at 11pm. Usually my bedtime on a school night is 10pm, so I was tired, but Mr. Almost-Perfect and I stretched out on opposite ends of the couch, and started talking. We talked so much that again the time passed without my realizing and suddenly it was after 2am, and at some point we started to drift off. I woke him up, but we were both so groggy, I hated asking him to leave, so I said he could stay on my couch. And that’s when it finally happened, our first kiss, just a couple hours before I had to get up for work in the morning, but I think there may have been fireworks. So of course I couldn’t just stop with one kiss, so we had lots of kisses, and I think I finally fell asleep around 4 in the morning, only to wake up an hour and a half later for work. But I wasn’t even tired while I was teaching, I don’t think I stopped smiling the whole day. And we spent the whole next weekend together, we just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. We didn’t even do anything exciting, just staying pretty low-key, but there was a lot of talking, and a lot of kissing, and I just felt so HAPPY. He wasn’t a jerk, he was a nice guy, always opening the door for me, and he told me how into me he was, and while there was a part of my brain telling me that we were rushing into it, for the first time in a long time, I told that part of my brain to shut up, because I didn’t want to freak out, and I wanted this feeling to last forever.
To Be Continued…..
