On our fourth date, we had sex.
He drove into town, and I picked him up at his parent’s house. We took a drive down the coast and stopped in for a drink and a snack at some restaurant where we shared a lounge chair and did a lot of kissing.
The sex was so passioante. It wasn’t fucking or just sex, it tore into my soul.
But Metal Guy lives in L.A. and I’m in San Diego for now. And he’s not financially stable. Although maybe all that doesn’t really matter.
I would like to think that two people that love each other and want to spend the rest of their lives together will overcome all obstacles. Do I know that we want to spend the rest of our lives together? No. But seriously he’s the most refreshing change that I’ve had in my life in a long time. He calls me, he emails me, we talk about things, everything, he doesn’t leave me hanging; no games. He’s affectionate, and in public. I’ve never been with a PDA guy. He’s sweet, sincere, and incredibly sexy.
There’s a part of me that’s scared of falling in love, only to have to let it all go in the end, because of one complication or another. But falling in love feels so good; I’d be a fool not to want to at least linger in it for a while. Like I did with Mr. Smyth. And yes, he broke my heart, but when it was good, there was nothing better. Nothing can replace the feeling of being in love.