Moving in the Right Direction with the Principal?

Middle of the week, the Principal asks me out again to go see the movie Nine. I was excited and flattered that he was making such an effort to do things that I was interested in. Guys prefer war movies to musicals, so offering to take me to one is a sign that he likes me. I think…

Then, in a text he asks if I would like to go to Tahoe with him to a friend’s wedding. WOW. Really? I was so excited and flattered and a little nervous. Was he asking me because he thought this would be a good romantic getaway where I would be feeling amorous so he could get some? After our conversation on the last date, I was tempted to think this was a very elaborate way to get me to stage 4.

Saturday night I baked chicken, sweet potatoes and a little broccoli for dinner. We had a couple beers and talked before going to see the movie. When the subject turned to Tahoe, I just let him know that I would feel bad letting him dish out so much dough on a trip, especially as I'm unemployed right now and wouldn’t feel good about spending that kind of money myself. He understood, wished I would let him pay but respected my decision. I came to the conclusion that I really enjoy spending time with the Principal.

We had a great time going to the movie, even though it was awful, and he started dancing with me before we had a chance to get into the house afterward. We sat and talked and had a few beers before going to bed. He likes to sleep over, which is something that I find a bit odd. Aren't men supposed to crave their own space? He's alluded to me staying at his place but I haven’t found a comfort zone in that yet.

We stayed up very late making out. I felt very close to him. I told him I was ready. “Are you sure?” Yes, I thought I was. The main reason I felt ready was the fact that the Principal is so damn gentle. He brushes the hair away from my face when he talks to me, kisses me passionately while his hands stroke the side of my neck tenderly. He kisses my clavicle like it might break. The effect was tantalizing, like being treasured… It’s enough to make a girl melt. Like all first times it was disconnected, but he continued to be so gentle. I figured this is the beginning or the end, better to find out now.

The next morning I jumped out of bed to put as much space between us as possible. No way was I going to become one of those girls that wrapped herself around a guy just because they got naked together. The Principal got up soon after, got ready and headed home. He said he had an assignment to do for school. The last time he slept over I had jumped out of bed and ran away too, so I think he might have been a little miffed with me… but guys don’t really like to cuddle in the morning, do they?

I was just glad he left so there didn’t have to be any post coitus talk. I shook my head at myself numerous times that morning, wondering why I had decided to take the plunge and whether it was a detrimental decision. About an hour after he left he texted me that he felt bad about leaving, that he hadn’t wanted to. That eased my mind fractionally. I replied, easy going, that there was nothing to feel bad about and that I understood he has a lot of work to do.

At least he hadn’t had time to noticed my nervous attitude toward him...