Okay, so when you last left us, we were like two giddy teenagers kissing in the bleachers while the night’s sky lit up behind us ~
The fireworks came to an end (the show, that is) & back to reality we strolled. As the crowd of thousands exited we decided to skip the herd & lay on a grassy knoll & look at the stars, holding hands we shared more stories…(ok and maybe a few more kisses)
Back at my place, the fireworks continued. I will say it had been a while since the chemistry had been this good, I was very excited to know it still existed 😉
(One begins to question its existence after a couple of years of lackluster dates, & trust me, I’m so thankful to be proven wrong)
Now, I don’t know if you’re anything like me, but the 1st night I spend in a new place, I have trouble sleeping. I know, now you’re asking “but aren’t you at you’re place?”
This is true & he is like me ~ can’t sleep in new environments…
& I can’t sleep for many reasons (adrenaline still pumping, overactive mind analyzing the evening, wondering if I should have held out longer, what if I snore? what if I fall asleep & when I wake he’s gone? I need to wash my make-up off, but wait am I ready to go bare-faced in front of him? mind on overdrive!)
Finally he whispers, “are you awake?” Huh, maybe I was playing asleep pretty good…he says “don’t hate me, but I think I should go, neither of us are sleeping. I promise I’ll be back in the morning” (now mind you, its 3am!)
“Uh, sure, I guess” (It makes sense, but the whole time I’m feeling my worst fears confirmed).
He lets himself out.
I fall sound asleep. (funny how that works)
I awake to the bling of a text – “knock knock”
(HE CAME BACK!!!) (I had my doubts, pessimist girl reared her ugly head there for a sec)
Its 8am & he’s outside my door with coffee & pastries.
We crawl back in & have breakfast in bed =)
In all my years of dating, that was BY FAR, one of the COOLEST moves EVER!!
We both got sleep (why did it matter where) & had the energy to really enjoy each other the next day