“Young Man” leaves me breathless!

He kissed me. Yes that’s right “young man” kissed me. I must admit that I saw it coming. I knew that by the 3rd date he was going to go in for the kill.

On our 2nd date he was doing the lean in 90% of the way, but I refused to go the other 10% and acted like I had not noticed his lean in and kiss technique- as if.

On Sunday we had our third date. We met in a quaint little Spanish cafe in Camden. It was a lovely little hole in the wall with sofas and a DJ playing some soothing music. Sitting on an old tatty brown sofa we exchanged stories over a glass of red for me and a bottle of beer for him.
He is such good company and always makes me laugh. I know he sees me as some ditzy woman with a sarcastic sense of humour but he accepts me. He laughs when I spill my wine by accident (i have done it twice already), or have one of my OMG-where-did-I-put-my-purse attacks. I love that he just lets me be me, and wants to be around me and my craziness.

Back to the date- it was as we sat on this sofa and onto our 3rd round of drinks that I saw a certain look in his eyes- lust! All women are acquainted with the manly lusty look. It could leave one imagining that you are indeed his next meal. It made me nervous. I was 15 again. So I excused myself and went to the ladies.

Whilst in there I told myself “breath in, breath out” and I tried to calm my nerves. I returned back to the sofa and our date with a plastered on smile on my newly glossed lips. We spent a further hour discussing politics, then fashion again (I am trying to explain the industry to him) before ending up on music (he is an aspiring musician- God aren’t they all).

When midnight struck I suggested we leave before we got thrown out as they where closing and we were practically the last ones remaining. As we exited he put his hand on the small of my back and I thought “OMG what is he doing, ahhhhhh”. He felt me stiffen and he removed his hand away from my body and I relaxed- phew! We talked as we made our way to the bus stop and once there he stood close to me and asked me what I was thinking; my response was “when is the bus coming?”, before adding “I know what you are thinking”. Blushing slightly, he smiled and said “what?” to which I answered “whether or not you should kiss me”. He smiled again and nodded his head yes before leaning in 90% and it was at that moment I gave in and leaned in the last 10%- hallelujah we where kissing.

I never thought that moment would come as I am sooooo unsure of where it could possibly go with a guy who is not my usual type in many ways. I feel so blah being out of my comfort zone and around men who I can predict and know their ways. “Young man” is the sweetest guy I have met on my dating quest. He never wants me to forget that I am always on his mind, which makes me feel warm and fuzzy just as his kisses did on that chilly Sunday night.

LSGS