Please forgive me for blogging our time together, but you know that I write about what I do, so this shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, I guess.
It has taken me a few days to write – read Marriage blog – all explained there.
I met you in the car park of your flat (not intentional on either part, it was the timing that was right) – committed a cardinal sin right there and then. Recognised you immediately and trusted you instantly. As you said later (and that is the sin) as you parked my car for me you could have driven off with my bags, purse and car. Where would that have left me? But I knew you wouldn’t.
I am far too bloody trusting. And rightly so sometimes.
We scaled the mountain of steps to your flat. Never felt nervous once – you made me feel so welcome.
We were like good old friends; you made me a cup of tea. We chatted.
And then I looked out of the window, you came up behind me, I turned around and we kissed. I can still feel it.
But needed to get out. You suggested lunch and I quickly agreed. Needed some air and some time to get a grip.
We went out. Saw the cranes of East London; only you will know what that means.
And then we had lunch and I felt things change. Didn’t think you wanted me anymore. We chatted like old friends. I knew at that point that whatever happened we were comfortable enough to be together for one night, the X-Factor was our saving grace at that point.
However, then it changed again. We walked back to the tube station. You knew I wanted you, at last! How many times do I need to tell you how gorgeous I think you are?
To cut to the chase – we started to flirt at last. Then we kissed again. I guess neither of us are tactile people but I wanted to touch you again and again. If you knew me at all, you would know that is not me; I am not a touchy cuddly person at all, maybe that is the Scorpio in me.
But you got to me; I needed to leave earlier than I did.
I wish that we could have just done bacon butties, said bye and I then I left. It would have been nicer.
However
I know I left in a rush and I wish that I hadn’t. I really wish I hadn’t.
And now I have ruined it.
I would like to see you again, and again.
I am a good ruiner (is that a word?) of all things good. And you are very good.
And now read why I got so smart arsed and pissed about last night.
Lol, I need no-one and nothing and I am such such a c**t.
But I do, and do. Not necessarily you, but give us a chance
PS I have a score of over 800 on the WII tennis – how the fuck did you beat me?
