I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. Naturally, blogging about dating and relationships, has made me think about how my past experiences have shaped the way I am with men now. Having recently blogged about being celibate and about having issues… it all brings me back to thinking about him.
The whole thing was a whirlwind. We first exchanged messages on DatingDirect.com on a Sunday and our first date was on the following Tuesday. Speedy. No messing around. No wasting time sending messages back and forth for weeks before meeting up. Turns out it would be one of those ‘very intense, very fast, but burn out very quick’ types of romances. And boy, was it was romantic…
Date one. Meet for drinks. Lots of laughter, talking, flirting and by the end of the night, (slightly drunken) kissing.
Date two. Out for dinner, more great conversation, crazy chemistry, crazy flirting, more (not so drunken) kissing.
Date three. Picks me up from work (looking all kinds of hot in his suit) and we go to his place. He cooks an amazing three course meal, like nothing a guy has ever done for me before. Yep, more kissing. Got pretty heated that night, we even progressed to dry humping. (Oi, don’t laugh, you can’t beat a good bit of dry humping y’know. 😉 )
*Sidenote: Date three, he asks if I want to go to Barcelona with him for his birthday in a couple of weeks time. His family own a villa on the outskirts of Barcelona. Me; I’d never been on holiday with a guy before and I’d only known him for two weeks but fuck it, I’d always wanted to go to Barcelona!
Date four. Lasts the whole weekend. We go to a comedy show and have lots of laughs followed by Chinese takeaway at his place on the Saturday night. I stayed over and Sunday kinda went like this:
– Wake up
– Watch back to back epsiodes of 24 in bed – turned out we were both major Jack Bauer fans
– Get up around 4pm, shower, go out to a lovely restaurant for dinner
– Back to his place, more back to back eps of 24 accompanied with popcorn and red wine
– More nookie
(It was a pretty damn awesome day, even if I do say so myself)
Date five onwards – that was pretty much us until we went to Barcelona. We had easily slipped into what I could only assume was ‘couple-y’ behaviour but we hadn’t even known eachother for a month yet. I used to go to work from his place at least twice a week, he came to a friends BBQ with me, I met his brother and sister. I thought we had something, I totally saw potential. Even my Mum and Dad were getting excited, bless ’em.
By the time our trip came around, we’d know eachother for a month. Barcelona was AMAZE-BALLS. There was no need for my worries about going away with a guy for the first time. We got along SO well. We stayed in the villa on the outskirts of Barcelona for the first two nights and then travelled into the city and stayed at a hotel for the last night. We celebrated his 31st birthday in style and we had so much fun. SO much silly laughter. Lots of romantic holding hands whilst walking along the beach moments. Lots of great food (he loved eating out as much as I did), lots of wine… and lots of sex. Mind blowing sex. Sex like I’d never experienced before. It was the most amazing break, EVER! I liked him, and what was brilliant was that he liked me too. Or at least so I thought…
Looking out from the villa...
Looking out over the pool
The gorgeous lobby of the hotel in Barcelona
The 13th floor pool at the hotel overlooked the ocean
La Rambla, Barcelona
We watched the sun go down over Barcelona
Sounds incredible, right? No signs of anything bad. No obvious reasons as to why he would suddenly start freezing me out of his life?
Next, our trip to Morocco. TO BE CONTINUED…