I've gone on two dates with Justin now, and I'm very interested. He's refreshing to be with, makes me smile and laugh, and has treated me with respect... which is strange for me. I'm more used to feeling pressured to put out, pushed for physical contact and worrying about whether I've either gone to far, or not far enough, and all in all, left feeling ill at ease with new relationships.
I'm getting to know him. He's getting to know me. We talk, and talk, and talk. Our first date started at 6pm with dinner. We finally left the restaurant just before 11pm, having found things to talk about throughout the date. The second date started with climbing at 3pm (yay new climbing buddy), led to dinner at about 6:15pm. Seven hours after the date started it ended, at 10pm. So far dates have ended with hugs, and I'm ok with that. I do want so badly to kiss him though.
I'm seeing him again tomorrow night, he's coming over for a swim, and I'm hoping will stay for dinner (I'm putting a roast in the slowcooker). I'm beyond excited, and have butterflies doing trick in my stomach just thinking about him. Here's hoping this isn't jinxed by me writing about it. Fingers crossed, and wish me luck.
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