After we got close…

After we got close…

It happened on Saturday, the whole Sunday I was so delighted and… scared.. I did not how to act, what to think… was it all serious or just bla-bla-bla?

Luckily on Sunday evening he sent me a text message, we chatted. I felt he is interested and likes me.

Monday.. At work, all my thoughts were about him. In late evening, I texted him and asked if he wants to meet. Maybe wrong, yes, but I could not wait.  We agreed to meet on Wednesday. I was happy.

On Tuesday, there was no message from him.. for the first time since we are in touch.. Damn, I again start doubting.. no no, it is normal, tomorrow he will come to my place. Everything is fine… but why does not he send me a text ‘good night and a kiss’ like he was doing before…?

Saturday Date

Saturday Date

It was weekend. We went out, and it was clear that it all will go further this night. We had a couple of drinks, talked, finally it felt so natural and easy. I was not scared of being with him any more. I felt secured and cared. Amazing feeling, especially when it is mutual. There was an invisible string between us, we felt connected. We left the bar, it was freezing outside. He hugged me with his strong masculine arms to keep me warm, so gently. Eyes in eyes, kiss. I felt so calm and protected.

We took the taxi and went to my place.

Careful and gently kiss, gradually taking off clothes, he carried me to bed.

He was a caring lover, we were connected mentally and physically. It all felt so right.

Second Date

Second Date

I know there are rule that you should keep the man waiting, that you should play, but I can’t… I don’t want to play especially with the man who drives me crazy.

I scheduled the next date in 2 days. We met on Tuesday, it was still awkward. I felt that mentally he was not fully with me, but it was a working day, who knows what was happening. I was very happy and yet very shy. We went for a drink, then to eat.

He drove me home and apologized that he did not feel that well. Again, awkward moment in the car, awkward but so magical kiss.

Again, he asked when we meet next time. Weekend was it.

First Date

First Date

He came by car to pick me up. I was SO NERVEOUS, like never before. Usually I am very talkative, social, smiley. But on that day I was numb. I felt like it is the first date in my life. All the experience was gone. I did not know what to say, my mouth got dry, hands sweaty and shaky, mind blank. So felt he. He were both awkward,  I liked it. This just meant he felt the same way I did.

He said to me that I am beautiful and that he was very honoured I agreed to meet. He said that he wanted to text me before but he was just too shy to do it. I told him that if he didnot text me by Sunday, I would have done it. We felt even. It was awkward. I already was so much into him. I did not feel this way for years…

It was time to go home. He drove me back. Our farewell looked awkward. We did not know how to act. Then he asked me in his mothertongue about the kiss (I am a foreigner and we mainly spoke English). I kissed him. He looked surprised but happy. I wondered what was wrong. It turned out that he asked if he could kiss me on a cheek, but I got it wrong… and properly kissed in the lips. Damn… All I wanted was to vanish, disappear…

And then he asked when we will meet next time ❤

Waiting for a Text

Waiting for a Text

So, it was he. We walked in the same direction home. We talked about year 2011, he hardly remembered anything. I was surprised that I did. I felt so terribly awkward, coming to a person I barely knew and whom you saw more 5 years ago, then explaining in which circumstances we met. That was tough, but at the same time, there was something about it, something crazy, insane, romantic..

We reached the corner of the street, where it was the time to say good bye. I did not want him to walk me the whole way home. I wanted some intrigue. I wanted to stop it right there.

This time, he asked my phone number.

Next day it was silence, the day after, too… I felt sad, but still waited. 6 long days passed and he finally texted and asked me out. I was almost breathless from happiness

How We Met For The First Time?

How We Met For The First Time?

It was 5,5 years ago. It was the first time I went to the  rock fest. My friends went by bike, I went by bus as I am not really good at cycling and it was a long distance. I texted my friends when I was at the entrance… too late.. Because of the crowd, the network went down. The messages were not delivered, calls were not possible either. I was left out alone.. I decided to go because I hoped to find them later, and the ticket was not cheap. Come on! It will be fun, I thought.

The performances were great indeed, I was happy I went, but I still could not find my friends. People around were getting drunk and annoying. There were no chance left that I meet my friend, but I stayed to see the world famous band.

The last band was about to start, the staff was preparing the stage and lights, and I was preparing my camera. I took a couple of pictures of the stage with lights and artificial fog. Exactly at this moment, a guy came up to me and ask why I take pictures of an empty stage. I was not really into talking, but for some reason I continued the conversation. We talked all the time the band was playing; more than that, I hardly remember the band performing because of our conversation. He obviously was recovering from a break up, and I was so crazily in love with the man was in relationship. Damn, it was so complex back then. It was time to go home, the guy asked me to join him for after party with his friends. I said no, just did not feel like. He asked my Facebook, but I was not on Facebook at that point. For some reason, he did not ask for a phone number, which I would give for sure. It was a moment of good bye, and it was difficult. Although I was attached to another man, he to another woman, we for sure felt connection. We said good bye, and… he kissed me. exactly at this moment started a ‘blind rain’, the phenomenon when the sky is clear, but it rains. Everything was so bizarre, and yet romantic. On my way home, I listened to the radio, and the song by Belinda Caslisle ‘Summer Rain’ was on air. Shivers came to my skin, I thought of him. I thought of him for a while..

It was he, it was the guy I met 5,5 years later at a New Year’s night.

 

New Year Miracle?

New Year Miracle?

I am 30, and I still believe in miracle. New Year’s night is something magical, something so special, and everything is possible.

I spent this New Year’s Eve with my friends and two more girls whom I saw for the first time. I had so low expectations, but the evening was so nice, good company, good food, moderate drinking. We saw fireworks and went to the club to dance.

There was nothing special in the club, but we danced in a good mood. I felt happy.

When I was leaving the club, I saw the guy whom I met more than 5,5 years ago on a rock festival. Of course, I was not sure if it was he or not. We started talking, It was he.