Grins

The guy who hit on me last weekend ("Wanna have some fun?") is back, hanging out with my roommates, and I almost wish he'd knock on the door so I could tell him I'm with someone. And while I'm fairly certain we're exclusive ("I'm a one-woman-at-a-time kind of man.") I really don't know what to call us. And. I told my brother everything pertinent (alcohol, smoking, navy, age, everything I could think might be a con -- everything prior to the halfway point of Gladiator) and he seems to approve. Basically, he could think of no reason to tell me not to go for it. And. Mmm. I have gone for it, and it was amazing. Thinking about it makes my body go all warm and squeamish, and I really am attracted to him. I'm excited and scared and completely blown away by the parts that really matter - him.

Eeeeu. My eyes are losing focus, and it's 4AM, so I'll end there, but wow. I really am excited at the prospect of a second date.

One Night

A hundred revelations. Mmm. I like waking up next to him. He's got a scary high alcohol tolerance. He spoons - as the big spoon. He likes to kiss. He likes to touch me. His priority is my pleasure. He's open and conversational. He's accepting. He appreciates me. He has a padded headboard - for a reason. He has so many pillows. His bed is very comfortable. He knows how to use it. He is so fucking confident. He can throw me around. I have to stand on my tip-toes to kiss him standing up. He can hold me up. His hair is thick, and I like to pull it. Don't know if he minds. I need to take up yoga. He's so much of a gentleman. He likes both the give and take. He likes to be scratched. He likes to be warm, and wants to warm my cold hands. He'll sleep naked. He's not ticklish. He doesn't care that I pop my toes. He likes my body. He prefers intelligence. He makes decisions, and goes for what he wants. He's not as forward as he thinks. He likes the black underwear.

There's a third of them. Let's tag this one 'men, so fucking happy can't stop grinning, don't miss the ex one fucking bit'.

Feels like a dream. I slept great, by the way.

Preparation

I am so excited.
Need: black headband. black clutch/danglet(??), black hose. I think I have black hose, but...ahhhhhahahah. I'm freaking right out.
Y'know, my other first date I wore a Pizza Hut uniform. I think I prefer the tummywobbles to ambivelant teenagerhood.

Anticipation

Sevenish tomorrow. I am not much of a primper but imagine I might anyway. Gosh, this guy. I think this might be the definition of moving too fast, because we've talked every day this week and seen each other twice (with other folks around, for short moments). He calls me 'killer' and I like it. I remember I've been this giddy before, but it's been a long while. It's really opened my eyes, at least. I can't believe I wanted to be with an asshole like that. This guy hardly knows me but he seems to really like what he knows and I feel *wanted*.

I wonder how it'll go.

Limbo

That's very odd. I feel like a giddy seventeen-year-old texting back and forth, and it's all good, and then in person I become awkward and shy and can't make eye contact and I don't know what to do with that. I suppose I've got him shaped a bit differently in my mind's eye. But I really do think I like him. Well. I like the words, the laughs. I like the written communication.

It's really odd. I was seventeen last time I thought of things like this, and it's all a bit odd.

So, how 'bout that?

Agh. This might just be rebound giggles, but flirting is a ton of fun. He's older, I'm not positive by how much. MA student. He LIKES me. I have no idea why. I like how up-front he is, how he makes me laugh, and really seems to be interested in me, though I don't know how much of that is politeness. Eh. Over the next little while I'll learn something about him, and we'll see from there. Hm. Saying that a lot lately, but not often with an enormous grin on my face.

Hypothetical Police

Tonight would have been a very bad night to be pulled over.

Firstly, I was wearing a dress, heels, and a beret.

Secondly, I'm twenty, and my breath would have smelled like beer.

Thirdly, there were three open bottles of hard liquor in my backseat. (Open as in unsealed. They all had tops on.)

Fourthly, there was a .22 pistol (unloaded) and three clips (loaded) under the driver's seat.

Fifthly, there was a bag of nine grapefruits and a game of Scrabble in the passenger seat.

You know what all this adds up to?

A REALLY great night.

DISCLAIMER: No, I was not engaging in drunk driving. I had had one beer, over about four hours, in addition to a glass of water and a large meal. That's about as far from drunk driving as one can get.

Also, men are starting to hit on me again. It's weird, but very flattering. I think I may be able to stop calling him now. Two days sober. We'll see.