The end
- dating
First of all, there were more dates but we stopped writing about them. And we certainly did not take things slowly! On date seven he said he wanted us to be a couple, as in solid, committed, serious, exclusive, etc. That was sweet. It was also very, very soon, and very much the opposite of slow!
Of course I agreed. But then I started to worry about all the things that could go wrong: Was I committing to more than I was ready for? How serious and sustainable were my feelings? Were they the right sort of feelings and what was I supposed to be feeling at this stage anyway? Was I too relaxed, risking to get swept away by this new relationship only to then get hurt myself if he wasn’t up for it or things just didn’t work out? Was he getting too comfortable? Was he taking me for granted and just replacing his ex with whoever was convenient? Was I worrying too much, jeopardising the whole thing by overthinking it?
That last one might be a yes…
Ooft.
I then went away on a walking trip to Ullapool, a home visit to Germany and a work trip to Greece, too busy to worry, and I’m quite alright just now. I’m writing this while he’s making me breakfast.
It’s strange but nice to be in a relationship again. There are moments that are just a thousand times more pleasant with a boyfriend. Lying on a wooden jetty by the canal in the sun: definitely better with a boyfriend. Watching a movie on the couch: also much better with a boyfriend. Hugs too.
It’s fun to discover one another’s little quirks and routines. How he needs to eat at least five times a day, how untidiness makes him alternatively feel uneasy or wild. Seeing him one morning on the couch in his bathrobe (morning gown?) reading the paper was a memorable moment. Made me aware of my own quirks as well, like my erratic eating patterns, my occasional indecisiveness, my ignorance of current (and not so current) affairs. I’ve found myself a man next to whom I look flaky! I don’t even want to think too hard about all my annoying things he has to put with.
It’s quite difficult to organise a relationship around a full social life. I have neglected my French studies, my online courses, my dancing and my Uke. We live in opposite ends of the city, so travel is time consuming and sleep-overs need planning ahead. But I’m sure we’ll figure it out and find a balance.
So after the first few dates we have now reached a phase where there isn’t much to report. If things keep going well he’ll probably get the occasional mention in my blog. If things go badly I’m sure I’ll write about it too some day. Wish us luck!
In any case, I really did appreciate that he was brave enough to post here for you. If you want to re-read any of it click the links below for the full report:
- Being the man
- Live coverage from the front
- Working Class Boy #2
- First date - what he says
- At the theatre (second date) - what he says
- A coastal walk (date 3) - what she says
- A coastal walk (date 3) - what he says
- Dinner at his (date 4) - what she says
- Dinner at his (date 4) - what he says
- Date #5 - what she says
- Date #5 - what he says
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