So last night I was at got an IM from K. She had some friends over and had made dinner and she asked me to come over and eat when I got off. I accepted and made it over right when the friends (whom I had met before) were leaving. I ate a bit and then K, her sister and I played a game of scrabble with alternate rules. The rules, which were not explained before the game started, are that any sex related words get bonus points as decided by the other players. You also got bonus points if you could use all the words on the board in a sentence. It was pretty damned funny. Oh, and if you *almost * had a particularly good word, you could borrow letters from the other players.
After the game we headed upstairs. Much fun ensued. Multiple sessions of fun. With lots of snuggling in between.
There was a hard decision though. Whether to stay over and wake up at an ungodly (for me anyway) hour or to head home. I really wanted to stay, I really like falling asleep holding on to K, but I have school then work today. So I headed home.
We are going out on Friday, dinner at my sisters, and she is going to stay over at my place. Actually, now that I think about it, we are supposed to go do some stuff on Thursday so it might be a two day event
Also, I apparently really need to work on my poker face. Last night at work before K asked me over a co-worker asked how my last date with K went. Before I could say anything he said ‘Geez, look at that smile, you all got laid’. Which I did. And I did have a big old goofy ass grin on my face.
I am so comfortable (I can’t think of a better, closer word right now, not enough sleep) around K that it is kinda freaky.
Slee
:::wandering off to class with a big ol smile on my face:::
I can’t wait until Friday. She is staying over and if things go as planned we won’t have to do the wake up early bit on Saturday. A morning romp sounds like a lot of fun.
Slee
*I am really paying the price right now. Not nearly enough sleep then school and work. I am one tired puppy. Happy but tired.
Dunnow about L, but this is the K who wants to be friends with benefits. Sounds like I was pretty much right on the money, she wants to be friends and to fuck (and maybe one day if slee doesn’t get pushy put a different label on their relationship) but she does not want any of the pink fluffy stuff.
I have a couple threads on K. L was another date that went badly.
K and I dated a couple times. Then I got the ‘just be friends’ speech from K and she mentioned a long distance relationship she was involved in. The LD relationship is over, per K she dropped the guy, which apparently means I am in like Flynn (well that and the sex*).
So, “just friends” means four-times-a-night sex and a home-cooked meal too? Not from any woman who ever wanted to be just friends with me, it didn’t. Someone’s got a sweet, sweet deal on those “benefits” there.
It is a real we like each other a whole lot and are going to see what happens (and have a lot of sex in the mean time) relationship. In other words, we are just enjoying each others company while we figure out what happens next. She doesn’t want to get too serious too quick, and I am cool with that.
We talked today and I am really looking forward to my weekend. We are going clothes shopping tomorrow night* (I really need new clothes, I dropped like ~50 pounds and none of my clothes fit anymore) and Friday is ‘let’s try this night’. That ought to be fun.
I did speak with the other woman, D, who I met when K did the just friends thing. It kinda freaked me out. Note, her Mom just died so maybe that is throwing her off a bit. D has been married twice (not a big deal in itself) and it sounded like those marriages were spur of the moment type things (big warning sign). We talked for a while and I said I had plans this weekend and couldn’t meet. After we hung up she called back wanting to meet tomorrow night after my plans. I told her I wouldn’t be able to make it. I need to figure out how to tell her that I am seeing someone else. I always suck at that. I should have told her when she called but I wimped out.
Slee
*According to my co-worker Amanda, this is a big sign that she really digs me. Personally, I think it is just that my wardrobe sucks.
Your success makes me feel better. I found out tonight that the Coworker of my Dreams is planning her wedding. And that would’ve been OK if we hadn’t clicked so well–we came really close to a “multiple fun session” get-together last week until her sense of guilt kicked in, and I’m still recoiling from the emotional effects of the last-minute cancellation. Even that would’ve probably been OK if I hadn’t also heard a couple of anecdotes tonight that confirm my suspicions that hubby-to-be is a douchebag, and a tiny bit of a chauvinist too (better than a lot of guys I know, but still…).
Anyway, best of luck. Those first few weeks of the sex and cuddling and infatuation are amazing. It’s only been about 7 months since I last felt that–where you’re walking on air all the time wearing a shit-eating grin on your face and you just want to tell everyone everything. And walking around tired all day is pretty bearable when it’s because you had a long night of lovin’. Oxytocin is a beautiful thing.
Though I always hesitate to inflate peoples’ egos about this kind of thing, it generally is a big sign that she really digs you. The ‘Boyfriend Makeover’ is a major female fantasy–it’s a lot of work to put in for somebody, and the end goal (I figure) is to have an admired trophy on her arm that she helped create. That’s good stuff for you.
