I’ve started talking to someone new. 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), is the boss of a store, rides a really hot-lookin’ motorbike (tick), and he’d agreed to give my Papa discount for stuff in said store because apparently, they’ve met before (#awkward and tick). He’s the chattiest man I’ve ever met (slightly annoying but tick), has the best sense of humour (double tick), and is actually super-cute from the pictures I’ve seen so far (massive tick!)
He’s got lovely teeth and a beautiful smile. Plus he’s got plugs in his ears and has the cutest eyes I’ve ever seen. And he mocks me. And he calls me “Smurf”. And I love it.
We’ve taken some time to get to know each other, talking on Tinder for a few days before exchanging phone numbers. Since then, we’ve virtually chatted non-stop. He has/had similar digestive problems to me, so completely understands my occasional issues and all of the procedures I had to go through, and he’s super cautious because it sounds as though he’s been fucked over by just as many women as I have men.
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. We haven’t even met yet and he’s got me giggling like a naughty little school girl. 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. I like him like I liked Jock when we first started talking. This isn’t an I-want-to-get-him-into-bed thing like it was with Mr. T. And we all know I didn’t stand a chance with Mr. Aries or Mr. Taurus. I get the impression they weren’t really looking for someone like me anyway. But with Jock, I had butterflies and 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 … he might be looking for a girl like me. He loves my piercings and tattoos. He loves my crazy hair. He loves my sense of style. He loves my attitude. He loves my banter. He keeps telling me I’m too good to be true. I guess the same could be said for him.
He stays up late to talk to me and he’s told me really personal things. We seem to have created this weird little bond, two people that have never met face to face but after less than a week, we’re already opening up to each other in a way that I don’t think I’ve done before with a guy I’ve never met. 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?