Nov04
Apparently there are two ways you can fall for someone. One is through friendship, which gradually grows the longer you know and find out about each other, and the other is instant attraction.
Both have happened to me, but shockingly, with the former way, you can really FALL for someone, much stronger than instant attraction. I can vouch for this. This happened to me with D from the gym. After me and Lorraine spotted him and his mate in a local bar after our game of bingo, I thought he had kind eyes but I felt in no way attracted to him. It was his mate I liked, but he was cocky as hell, the typical bad boy.
Anyway, D warned me that his mate would make a move on me as the taxi dropped us off one by one. So there me and D’s mate were, him in the front of the taxi, me in the back, and he asked me directly if I wanted to back up my flirtatious claims. Okay, maybe I got overly flirtatious, our body language was close but I blame it on the alcohol I consumed.
Anyhow, I realised I didn’t want to sleep with a scum bag like him, and I told him so. I think his huge ego could take that rejection and, when I arrived home, I text D to tell him. He then asked me out but something inside me just kept saying no, because I didn’t feel excited.
When it hit Valentine’s Day, he had phoned me to ask me out, but I said I was busy. I just wasn’t interested but I didn’t have the guts to tell him straight. The guy still tried. That night, I went to the gym, and D was there too. He waved over and we chatted briefly. It was later in a text that he thought me sexy. He was very direct, I give him that.
After weeks of persuasion, I finally agreed to a date. Bless, he had booked a restaurant in case I was hungry, but he cancelled after I told him I had eaten. He picked me up in his Golf GTI with heated leather seats and I thought he was trying to impress too hard with his gadgets. I have never been into men with money, I have always wanted to make my
own money, and I will…eventually…well I hope.
I was very frank through our date and said I did not want anything too heavy, just a bit of fun. He paid for everything, all my pints of Guinness and Black, and I felt very tipsy toward the end of the night. He took me back to his, and still he hadn’t made a move. Luckily for him, his brother was staying with him, so I couldn’t make a move. However, I did move to kiss him which he enjoyed.
It was a fun date and I liked him, but still not enough. Okay, I was playing it cool but it wasn’t a game to me, it was simply because I wasn’t that interested, as the film goes. Naughty me had booked another date on the Friday, as I was internet dating at the time, and in between D was texting me to leave Sunday night open as he had something special planned.
That night on my date in Manchester with the cute long haired matrix guy, I was my open self talking about this and that, but it was tough to read him. I didn’t know if he fancied me, and it wasn’t until we moved to a gay club later and placed his hand on my thigh, that I knew it was okay to make a move and kiss him. His kiss was gentle and loving. He turned me on, but not enough, plus my dreadful cold was making me sound like Phyllis from Coronation Street.
As we waited in a queue of a club, I made excuses and left to get the bus home. I was so down in the dumps, on my arrival home at around 3.00 am, I also text D to say I thought he was too keen. Dumped two guys one Friday night, not like me. D text me on the Saturday to say he was only acting interested. Fair enough, maybe I had gone too far on this one.
On the Monday, I felt bad on him so I invited him round for hot chocolate and sex on the Saturday. Yes, I’m never shy when I want something. He agreed. We text through the week and it was fun. He loved my husky voice and told me how sexy I was, and how he had wanked off after our first kiss, always a good sign.
I seduced him with a massage, and we eventually kissed. Everything about it was magical, but he did go on a little bit too much about an ex-girlfriend. It’s never good to talk about ex girlfriends or boyfriends with someone new. It can put people off. Maybe he didn’t realise he was doing it.
Anyhow, to cut a long story short, after sleeping with him and our long cuddles, I started to open up and I realised I had become extremely attracted to him, the total opposite of before. But because I had stated I thought he was too keen, he soon ended it.
The moral of this story. Sometimes it’s best to sleep on things before you say something. That’s just me. My opinions often get me into trouble, but he was great.
