Okay, So I am kinda seeing someone?? I really quite like him up until this point, so you know there’s going to be something wrong with him soon. Or he’ll just stop talking to me for what seems to be no good reason at all like so many of the rest have done before him. Shall we place our bets now?
I need to think of a good name for him. I’ll get to it later. Let’s get to the specifics: he’s a few inches taller than me (tick), Has tattoos (tick), When we first met he tipped me in the nightclub I work at (#awkward and tick). He’s the most caring and kindest I’ve ever met (tick), has the best sense of humour (double tick), and is actually super-cute when he’s not with the lads (massive tick!) And he mocks me and I love it.
We’ve taken some time to get to know each other, we have been on dates and we literally chat non-stop. The conversation flows smoothly, easy, nice. He’s pretty shy, though, I think. I laugh a lot when we’re talking, which is a really good sign. I laugh a lot when I am with him. I like this part of new relationships where there’s every chance he might still fuck off, so I’m enjoying it while I still can, but at the same time, my poor little head gets carried away by all the crazy coincidences and the little things we seem to have in common.
I like him, though. This isn’t an I-want-to-get-him-into-bed thing .. well… with this guy, I get butterflies. When my phone pings, I rush to it. I can’t not respond. I can’t not read what he has to say. We bounce off each other. He responds to things in a way I don’t expect, and I know I’m doing the same right back to him. This guy can handle my attitude, can handle my banter and can handle my tantrums/ listening to me moan (sexually as well). He stays up late to talk to me, we seem to have created this weird little bond, we’re already opening up to each other in a way that I don’t think I’ve done before with a guy. It’s weird, but I don’t dislike it. I fancy him, I have great banter with him, why not? What have I got to lose?
I kinda hope he doesn’t fuck off. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’m giving him the same butterflies he’s giving me. Don’t you love it at this stage where you can get carried away with your own thoughts?