Today I Met a Boy
I’m getting old and my teenage crush moments are few and far between these days, and that’s the explanation I’m giving for writing what is probably going to be a pathetic excuse for a blog post. In advance, soz, but I met a boy, and we went on a first date!
The background
We met on PoF and have been chit-chatting for a while. I’m going to give him the blog name, One Ball. Why? Well, because he’s only got one ball, and he’s not afraid to shout about it. He’s not afraid to shout about a few things, actually. It’s one of the reasons why I feel so drawn to him: he’s completely and utterly honest.
I know that he’s been married before, and he’s got three sproglets. He’s also planning on ending his current career (military, go figure) and embarking on a new one. So far, so good. Awesome stuff.
He’s been asking me to go on a date with him for a while now, but I kept putting it off. Those raincheck free passes were running out, though. It was now or never.
“Yes, let’s go for a quick coffee date,” I said, following up with a fictional plan for afterwards, just in case the date was a dud.
The date
At first glance I wasn’t sure that I found One Ball attractive. I mean, he’s cute. Not bad looking, but not the kind of guy I’d turn my head for, you know? It became clear that his profile pics were slightly younger than the boy standing in front of me.
Plus, there’s the sproglet thing. He has three whole sproglets. I’m not exactly a family-friendly, PG kinda person. I also don’t really care about them all that much. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish harm on them, but I’m not emotionally connected to them – so, to me, they’re just a bunch of sproglets.
I guess I went into the date with a few negatives bouncing around in the back of mind, but over the course of the next couple of hours, those negatives quickly faded. The conversation flowed easily, and we always seemed to find something to talk about. We’ve lived a similar sort of life/lifestyle, and that’s just one of the many things we had in common.
The whole thing felt very natural, nothing forced, and I actually really enjoyed it.
As the sun went down, I realised something: time had literally run away from us.
“You have plans after this, don’t you?” he asked, pointing out the time.
I reached for my phone and pretended to tap away. “I’ve postponed. Shall we get another coffee?”
I met a boy: to be continued?
Once the temperature had dropped and day turned to night, he walked me to the train station. I was so sure that he was going to lean in the for kiss. I was ready for it. I braced myself. I waited, excitedly…
One Ball hugged me, then kissed me on the cheek… looking super uncomfortable, I must add.
Well, those are some massively mixed signals. What the fuck?
I couldn’t stop thinking about that cheek kiss for the entire train journey home. I replayed it in mind so many times, trying to pinpoint what it meant and where I’d gone wrong. If it had been as great a date as I thought it was, why the fuck didn’t he kiss me properly before he said goodbye?
Did I misread everything? Did I get all of those signals confused and mixed up? Was it inappropriate of me to expect a kiss? Should I have made the first move?
I had (and still have) so, so many questions rolling around in my head. Too many.
Was it a bad date? Did he not like me? Why hasn’t he text me yet?
Friends, I think I’ve fucked this one up… and I’m not sure how.
To be continued. (I hope.)
So much love to you for reading my blog today! 🖤
You can read all about One Ball’s story, from start to finish, right here.
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I love crushes. I love the adrenaline rush, the anticipation, the crazy up-all-night thinking about them. What fun.
Definitely! We are now on to the sex-flirting part of the relationship. It’s so exciting!