How Far is Charleston, REALLY?
I met him in a bar, for ten minutes, while I was out with someone else. I gave him my number. Things with the other guy went South. He called me after 3 days. Even though he lived about an hour and a half away, he wanted to take me out. We made plans to see each other. We talked for two hours that day, Sunday. I played the game right. I didn't call him again. He called me again on Wednesday, right about the time I was starting to go crazy. I was out with friends, but I called him later. We talked another 2 hours or so. And on Thursday. He even called me Friday before he went out. . .and on his way home, even though it was LATE. We were talking ALL the time. For hours and hours on end. And then he came to take me out. I wasn't sure I remembered really what he looked like, but I knew he was good-looking because I picked him. I stood next to him in the hopes he would talk to me. When he got here, he was good-looking. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, well-dressed. He took me out to a nice dinner. He had made a reservation. We were running late, and when he got here, I said, "Should we call to tell them we're running late?" He said, "I already did." He opened my door for me. He treated me like a lady. We ate, we talked, we joked, and after dinner, we went to a cool, trendy club, where we drank, we talked, we joked. My friends came in for a moment, and I got their approval. April had reminded me that "sometimes you think you like a boy, but you don't" (Mean Girls). I asked her if I liked him. She said yes.
He was going to stay with a friend, but his friend had family in town, so I told him he could stay in my spare bedroom. I thought that even if I wasn't totally comfortable, the fact that I had a spare would make it ok. But I didn't want him to stay there, I wanted him to stay with me. I told him it was ok. We laid around on top of the bed and talked for a while. He said, "What do you want to do?" I said, "I can think of some things, but I'm not going to do it for you." He kissed me, FINALLY. He was on his best behavior. He didn't pressure me. I mean, don't get me wrong: he asked, but I said no. I didn't have to tell him "no" four more times because he was still trying. He asked why not, and I said, "I want to see you again." He said, "you'll see me again." He was a perfect gentleman, but the kind you really really want even more because he's not trying to go too far or push too much. It was the hottest non-sex I've ever had. I hope he wants me more because I said no. Cause I sure want him more because he listened.
I think I want to be in love again. But I know I'm not ready to.
How many more days til I get to see him again?
