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I used to hear stories from my friends of their experiences going on dates, indulging in the sex, the reckless abandonment, and counting the times they've done it, not the number of days. I used to imagine what that would've felt like and if it would even happen to me.
It took a while for us to truly connect, and perhaps the high amount of testerone in our blood had pushed the limit. I never would've imagined, seeing you upon entering my door, that 5 days later we would emerge sleepless, sore, and totally domesticated. My intuition was right (as it always is with people) that you are not who I assumed you would be based on your photos; that despite knowing my age and my deep issues, you would accept me for who I am. I found comfort in that and maybe, dare I say, we spent too much time too soon and I have found myself controling my urge to fall for you this early. But see, you were first to say that, that you have fallen for me even if we haven't met in person yet. Maybe one of the best things I like about my age is that it has given me some semblance of emotional maturity.
The truth is I really, really like you. You are not the most handsome person I've met, but you are not afraid to show who you are. You are the opposite of me, quirky and dominant, experienced and young.
The kiss alone gave me shivers. I have not kissed like that in a long time, the kind of sensual intimacy that's passionate yet tapered, silent yet articulate. We were both eager to please, eager to find out if what we said to each other could be proven. In the process I found myself enjoying intimacy again just as I was starting to feel that everything had become tedious and mechanical.
I know it's too early to say where this would all lead to. After all, there are still some things we both need to work on, but I am optimistic we can achieve them. I also know that I should be ready if things don't work out as planned. At least I could say I've had one of the best staycations in a very long time.