We talked about random things. We talked about silly things and got to know each other. He was nice and kind and inquisitive but not creepy. He was equally interested in knowing things about me than he was talking about himself. He wasn’t secretive or evasive. It was a great first conversation and I left it smiling.
Then we talked about what we were doing. What we like to do and where we’ve been. We talked about the past and things we’d love to do in the future. Some of the things he’s done that I’d love to do. We joked about doing the same thing but at different times in the same place. We reminisced and fantasized along the same plane of existence.
After that we talked about our actions. Things we do and ways we act. Various likes and dislikes and how we can’t understand how other people don’t share our likes or dislikes. We came up with cutesy nicknames for each other based on these and teased each other based on others. The words adorable and cute were bandied about in my direction and I told him to stop making me smile so much because my cheeks are starting to hurt.
Eventually the conversations led to something slightly more risque. It was hot and I was hot and he seemed hot. I was more empirically hot in the sense that I was sweating from the heat, while I found him more and more appealing with every conversation we had. I looked forward to them. When he would text me and say hello I would light up. I had to contain myself slightly because I didn’t want to seem too eager and come off as desperate.
He asked what I was doing and I told him, purposefully, that I was folding laundry in slightly more than no clothing. His attention was always readily available but his tone changed. His words went from fun and flirty to flirty and suggestive. I suggested just as much and we suggested each other doing very suggestive things.
We slipped back, comfortably, into our usual conversation of silly and fun to goodnight and in bed. A smile permanently plastered on my face as I drifted off to sleep.
Soon after we decided to get together to test the chemistry and physics, to see if the pull was just as strong and the reactions at the same intensity. We met and we shared a drink. We smiled and laughed. The laughs were genuine and held in reserve for fear of looking too comfortable. I don’t know why.
The drinks turned into more drinks which turned into a bit of food. I can eat in front of him? Wow.
Hours might have gone by, or just a single one I’m not really sure. It was a great time, just as good as our texting and then better on top of it. Better because I could see his blue eyes behind his glasses. I could watch his smile when I did something dumb that he said was adorable. There was even that moment I got to feel his hand along mine while his fingers dragged over my palm to see if he could make me shiver. It was amazing and I didn’t want it to end, but it had to.
We got to my car, because he walked me to my car. We smiled our goodbyes and hugged our regrets behind them. We stood under the streetlight which, itself, was under the stars. The busy, warm night was all around us and even though it couldn’t have gone any better I wish it wouldn’t have stopped and was a little sad that it was ending. Would this be the best night we had together and it only just began? I’m always so negative.
And then he kissed me.