Today’s going to be a two-post day I think. I wrote a post before last night’s date but didn’t post it because I felt ridiculous. I don’t know why. It seems strange to get so… “obsessed” with a man I’ve never met but honestly, I’m obsessed. I was obsessed.

So… This is what I wrote pre-date. And then we’ll come back to it. Grab yourself a coffee peeps. You might need it.

Pre-Date

I’m smitten with this guy you know. This new guy I’ve yet to name. We’re meeting tonight and I want to see if I feel the same about him after I’ve met him. You know, in case I burst the bubble and he ends up being a total no-go. But right now, he’s ticking all the right boxes. I’ve never been so excited about a date… Quite the opposite to how I felt when I last saw Someone New.

Ahhhh. I just wanted to make that noise real quick. Because that’s pretty much the noise I make whenever he texts me. The noise gets even squeakier when he calls me. I don’t think we’ve had a single phone call yet that’s lasted less than an hour. That might not mean a lot to you but I NEVER answer the phone. I NEVER use my phone to make calls. I can’t remember the last time I used my phone to make an actual phone call with the exception of calling my mother or my doctor’s surgery. The last six month’s worth of phone usage has been somewhere in the 100 minutes per month mark. This month, I’m on 500-odd minutes already. I might as well get some use out of unlimited minutes I guess. But this has NEVER happened to me. I’ve never been a phone-call girl. Plus, quite surprisingly, we’ve not even had phone sex. We flirt outrageously but it’s all good, clean fun. This guy is a proper fucking gentleman!

I wonder if I’ll still feel the same about that tomorrow after we’ve met? Apparently we’ve created a fourth date deal I’m not sure I want to be a part of. But fine, four dates it is. I totally have enough will power to wait four dates before we end up in bed together…

I’m so happy. Like, just in general. It feels odd to say that, as though he’s responsible for my happiness. He’s not but he’s certainly had an effect on the way I feel which can only be a good thing, right? I can talk to him, really talk to him. He listens, he responds, he asks questions in return, we have oodles in common… I’m so fucking excited! I’ve not made it this far with a guy in a while. None of the internet hotties have done it for me. Nowhere close. But this guy… He’s different. He’s interesting.

I can’t think of anything I don’t like about him this far. Apart from the fact I’m just eight years older than his eldest child but to be honest, I think I’m over that already. We’re so natural already, it’s hard to explain… It’s like his son, his kids in general, aren’t a big thing. They’re basically ‘grown-ups’ so it’s not like they’re going to be around all the time, and things seem amicable enough with the ex now… I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel like a problem even though it should be one. Shouldn’t it?

So, what else do we know about him? He quit his job to create an empire recently. He’s been homeless before, but that seems to be an ex-related issue. He’s never out of work. He’s been accused of hitting a woman (the ex) but was found not guilty. He’s a fellow stoner. He likes proper soft, smooth old-school R&B which surprises me for such a big, burly fellow. And he’s romantic as fuck. He loves to cook and does every night. He’s asked about the foods on my yes and no lists so he can cook for me without problems. He doesn’t drink. So far, he’s doing pretty splendidly.

He’s tattooed. Did I mention that? He’s gonna make my toes curl. Did I mention that too? He won’t ever tell me how, he just tells me he’s going to. He’s very cocky. Or confident? I don’t know which. Maybe both? Whatever it is, it’s hot. It’s my kinda jam. I like it. He makes my head fuzzy. In fact he makes me a lot of things, fuzzy being just one of them.

Sigh… I love this part where everything is so hazy, before you meet the guy and you realise he’s not quite as great as you made him out to be. I’m quite excited about this one though. Can I make the noise again? I’m going to anyway.

Ahhhhhh! Squeaky ahhhhh!

So… Tomorrow’s date. I’ve told him my terms – late afternoon / evening, somewhere public, if I want to leave I can, preferably something coffee and cake based. So we’re going to meet for coffee and cake and see what happens. He’s suggested a drive to the seaside which to be honest, sounds exactly like the kinda date that would bring out my inner kitten. I really do love it when he calls me that. He sends me these little voice messages sometimes and he always calls me that. Its like the name holds so much meaning already, something almost dark and sinister about the way he says it, like he’s capable of all sorts. He’s not a vanilla guy. I don’t know that for sure yet, it’s not really something we’ve covered in great depth because he really is a gentleman, but you know when you just know? I just know. There’s something to uncover with this one, something to unwrap slowly. I can’t wait to get started. There’s something in those big brown eyes. My spidey-senses are tingling.

My prediction – this guy will be DYNAMITE in bed. Four loooong-ass dates to go and we’ll find out. If he even makes it that far. Maybe we’ll fall at the first hurdle? The date might go horrifically. I really hope not. I’m bored of being single now and this one really does seem pretty cool. I’d be pissed if he ended up being a douschebag now.

So yeah, pre-date that’s how I’m feeling.

Wish me luck!

xo

Ahhhhhhh! Just wanted to make the noise again.