Let's back things up a little. Friday night I finally saw Graham again (how many weeks has it been? Was not sure I would recognise him to be honest) which was a little strange at first. How do you greet someone that you are interested in and have spent hours texting and talking to on the phone but have only seen them twice in real life? Kiss on the cheek? A hug? Perhaps even a handshake? No, I went for "Hello" and sat down at the table he and his mate was at... strange. Then it almost ended five minutes later when the boys wanted to go home and sleep. WTF?! I washed my hair, had shaved my legs the day before (that was a blessing) and had dragged my ass away from the fabulous foreign dating shows I was binging on before leaving the house. Come on! I know they were tired and the pub was boring but give a girl a little something.
Luckily I was driving instead of drinking which meant, with a little persuasion from both of us (him asking me to drop him off home after and I agreeing if he filled my car with petrol, which I paid for not him just to be clear, he was filling the car in the literal sense) we spent time together. I showed him the sights of my town in about five minutes (not much to show and tell after dark) and then we talked and then...
April and Graham sitting in the backseat, k-i-s-s-i-n-g... and that was all that happened.
Ah me, kissing. It is so much fun, however I still have no idea what I am doing with my tongue. It feels unnatural poking it into his mouth and wriggling it about, am I meant to suck on his when he slips it into mine? Not to mention it sort of feels ick when you realise that that is a lot of saliva being transferred. Gross.
So the next question will be when will I see him again and will the next time be an actual date?