So I met a man.
We went on a date.
It was nice, very nice. No bedroom shenanigans. Just a quick peck on the cheek and the promise of another date in the near future.
So three days later we meet for another date. Yes it was fast, but he made all the moves. And once again, very nice. I got boozy on wine and started to get very touchy, so I took him to a gay bar where we made out like teenagers for hours.
He dropped me home, we did something naughty in the car, but no bedroom shenanigans again.
Then the man goes overseas for two weeks. He emails me every day. We share, we learn.
This is looking to be promising.
The man finally returns home, and we meet up as soon as possible, at his insistence.
He certainly knows how to push my buttons.
Date three was spectacular. Nothing more can be said.
Really... could this be going somewhere?
The next morning, he rolls over in bed and comes clean about his ten year relationship that he doesn't plan on ending any time soon.
I still went on the fourth date.