First we have the same attitudes about physical well-being and such. I work very hard at staying in shape and, because of this, I like to treat myself to foods that I enjoy. I’ve never been one to limit myself when it comes to eating. Eating is one of the pure pleasures we as humans have, and I really enjoy my food. When she ordered a bacon cheeseburger, French onion soup, and a dark beer…I knew I had found a winner. Sounds silly, I know. A lady that is comfortable eating the way she wants to eat around someone new? Sign me up. Like me she also exercises seven days a week. I am generally in the gym five days a week and I run on the days that I don’t workout in the gym. She’s the same way. Exercise is the path to a clear mind and healthy soul.
We both have no problems spending a Friday night alone, curled up on the couch with a soda, bag of chips and a great book. I’m currently reading, “Wicked” and…she just finished it. I generally blow through a book every week and a half or so, and so does she. It’s nice to have someone to discuss literature with.
We’re both video game freaks. We stayed up Saturday night until 2am playing Halo together. She’s better at it than I am! Among her personal collection of X Box games are the Vice City’s, pretty much every EA Sports game, both Halo games, and (of course) the Simms. She said that sometimes after a long day a work out just doesn’t purge the stress from her quite like sitting down and shooting aliens! She’s a geek. I’m a geek. It’s perfect.
We have the same taste in movies. I enjoy the run of the mill movies such as Spiderman and such, but I’m more of a “Lost in Translation” or “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” type guy. She is as well. Both of us saw “Moulin Rouge” in the theater 5 times.
Communication. I was worried, due to the way she is at her store, that she’d be an ice queen that was too cool for school. Not the case at all. She’s very warm, easy to talk to. So much so that you almost (ALMOST) forget about how physically perfect she is. Last year when I asked her out she had just come off two fairly emotionally draining events: first ending a two year relationship and, second: having a semi stalker. She has been on a handful of dates but nothing serious in over a year. She decided that the next guy she decided to go out with more than once would have to do something to show her that he’s at least semi serious. While she admired my shopping prowess she knew I really came in to her store in the hopes of her smiling or warming to me. She had to decide if I was a semi stalker, or just a nice guy that didn’t like the word “no.”
She is very attached to her family. Best friends with her two sisters, best friends with her parents. Very old school Italian background, protective father that I need to meet if we have more than 5 dates. The fact that I’m not Italian does not matter…so that’s a plus!
The WAY about her. We hug…and I don’t want to let go. How cheese ball is that? We hug, I bury my nose in her hair / neck, her arms around her body and me pressed to mine and we FIT well together. She even commented on that while we hugged once that she could be in trouble – she’s never hugged anyone that fit to her as well as I do. We’re both very cuddly / affection filled people. We spent three hours curled up on her couch just talking and cuddling.
Physically – she turns me on in aspects that I can’t explain. We were hugging and I got hard. That doesn’t happen to me. AND…I felt so comfortable that I apologized. There is no way she didn’t know. She smiled, kissed me and said that she’s glad that she has that effect on me. I told her that doesn’t happen that much; I have very good self-control. It’s not even like I was thinking about sex when we hugged – it is more like my body just let go and nature took over. We kissed forever. She told me that I was the best kisser she’s ever had. She said it in such a matter of fact way that she couldn’t have been pulling my leg. We kissed, stopped, hugged and she breathed into my neck “wow…wow, wow, wow…” I asked if she was okay and she said her legs were weak. She’s been waiting her whole life for someone to kiss her and make her weak and decided it only happens in fairly tales.
All we’ve done is kissed and some “hinting” about other things. She asked me if my tongue has the same talent in other areas and I said that she would have to find out. She smiled and said if it did, she were in a lot of trouble. That’s about the extent of it, physically. Nothing more to report. Sunday night, after we hung out, I went home and read a little. Crawled into bed and reached down and started to stroke myself. My mind was fairly blank, just enjoying the feeling of my cock in my hand. The slow pace. A sudden though raced into my mind – and that thought was just her. Naked. That’s it. I didn’t have time to react, suddenly I came all over myself. It didn’t even build up, just a sudden explosion.
God – I hope it’s not like that the first time she touches me! First time for everything I guess!
Hanging out again tonight. Going to see “Closer” and then checking out a band that we both like. Should be a good night!