Third Date
Our next date (June 18th) we went bowling. I typically hate bowling, but when it comes to hanging out with AB, it seems like I'm up for anything. We always have a great time together. We met up at the bowling alley, and played 3 rounds. He quickly learned that bowling was not my sport, and I bowled a 57. Lol. For the second round he gave me some pointers on how to wind back the ball, how to aim using the arrows on the wooden floor, and my score shot up to a 98. Lol. So close to 100, but that isn't what mattered... between each of our bowls, we coudn't keep our hands off of each other. We found ourselves walking back over to each other for a hug and a kiss. We talked about how unusual this was, because neither of us consider ourselves to be the type for PDAs, but that electric pull that we felt whenever we touched just kept pulling us back together.
After bowling, I told him that I had a crazy idea.. I explained that there is a part of me that seeks danger, and likes to do things that maybe aren't the best idea. I shared that I always feel so calm and natural with him, and that I liked that we were taking things slow, but I wanted to come over and stay the night at his house. He laughed, and asked if I was sure. I told him that I didn't want the night to end, and that we could read the first chapter of the book that he bought me (Eight Dates - Essential Conversations for a Lifetime of Love) together. He liked the idea, so we parted ways and I packed up my things to meet him at his place later that evening.
We sat on the couch that we had been cuddling on just the night before. The first chapter was about Trust and Commitment. It asked questions like, What does trust mean to you and your partner? What differences do you have? What did it look like in your parents' relationships, and how did that affect you?
We began sharing our histories and learning that a lot of our life experiences were similar (in a way), and the more I learned about him, the closer and safer I felt with him.
After reading the chapter, we both got ready for bed, and this was our first time sleeping in the same bed together. I made sure to wear many layers of clothing so that things didn't get too crazy. Some pajama pants, underwear, sports bra, sleep shirt, and a thin soft zip-up jacket. He wore some shorts over his boxers, and no shirt. We both admitted that we typically wear less to bed, but wearing more tonight would probably be for the best.
We cuddled, and kissed, and talked, and grinded, and grinded, and played... My mind was exploding from the way that we were holding back. Somehow we managed though, and made it through the night.
The next morning was Juneteenth (a paid holiday for us), and he had promised a co-worker that he would go boating with them, and as much as we wanted to stay together, we agreed that we would have some time apart and then get back together later that evening. We stayed in bed until nearly noon, maybe a bit later, before we separated and started our days.
After bowling, I told him that I had a crazy idea.. I explained that there is a part of me that seeks danger, and likes to do things that maybe aren't the best idea. I shared that I always feel so calm and natural with him, and that I liked that we were taking things slow, but I wanted to come over and stay the night at his house. He laughed, and asked if I was sure. I told him that I didn't want the night to end, and that we could read the first chapter of the book that he bought me (Eight Dates - Essential Conversations for a Lifetime of Love) together. He liked the idea, so we parted ways and I packed up my things to meet him at his place later that evening.
We sat on the couch that we had been cuddling on just the night before. The first chapter was about Trust and Commitment. It asked questions like, What does trust mean to you and your partner? What differences do you have? What did it look like in your parents' relationships, and how did that affect you?
We began sharing our histories and learning that a lot of our life experiences were similar (in a way), and the more I learned about him, the closer and safer I felt with him.
After reading the chapter, we both got ready for bed, and this was our first time sleeping in the same bed together. I made sure to wear many layers of clothing so that things didn't get too crazy. Some pajama pants, underwear, sports bra, sleep shirt, and a thin soft zip-up jacket. He wore some shorts over his boxers, and no shirt. We both admitted that we typically wear less to bed, but wearing more tonight would probably be for the best.
We cuddled, and kissed, and talked, and grinded, and grinded, and played... My mind was exploding from the way that we were holding back. Somehow we managed though, and made it through the night.
The next morning was Juneteenth (a paid holiday for us), and he had promised a co-worker that he would go boating with them, and as much as we wanted to stay together, we agreed that we would have some time apart and then get back together later that evening. We stayed in bed until nearly noon, maybe a bit later, before we separated and started our days.
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