Principal Progress. I think…

I figured it would be a couple of days before I heard from him again, as usual. That same evening however, he texted and asked if I might like to come up to his place to sit by the fire. Hmmm.. It caught me off guard a bit. I tried to shy away from the invitation by explaining that I was still in CG after cleaning and he probably had to get to bed fairly early for work the next day. He was all too eager to make it as easy on me as possible to accept. He said that he didn’t go to bed until 11 so there was plenty of time, and I didn’t have to worry about changing clothes before coming over.

I was appalled! This man has no idea how grubby I can look. He even offered me to shower at his place if I wanted. “Trying to make it easier for you” he said. Well, I went home and took a full, proper shower before heading up to his place. Naturally, I figured he wanted to have sex again to see if it was any better…

I think it was the best date we had so far. The Principal had the fire pit going and we cuddled in front of it while looking at the constellations using an astronomy app on his phone. I leaned back against him while he told corny jokes about the owl in a tree hooting at us. We couldn’t stop giggling!

I kept waiting for the sexual advance but we instead moved to the couch to watch TV and continue cuddling. We would kiss now and again, but it was short lived in lieu of just laying together amicably. Around 11 on the dot I started offering to leave so he could get to bed. He insisted that he wasn’t ready to sleep even as he kept yawning.

Eventually we went up to his bed to cuddle more. I again initiated the sex. What’s wrong with me? Again with the gentle caressing without testing to see how much farther he could go. It was so sweet, and much better than the night before. But I kept thinking to myself “Why doesn’t he want to ravage me?”

We lay together, him falling asleep, my mind racing. I tried to leave, but he said “it’s late though, you know you want to stay.” The Principal was indicating that I should sleep over without coming right out and saying “You should sleep here” or “I want you in my bed all night”.

The man has to work in the morning! I can think of nothing more awkward than being awakened at the butt crack of dawn so I can be escorted out of the house when he needs to get to work. Plus, I have a dog at home that would be left all alone. So I used the second excuse to get the hell out of there and nearly ran to the door before he had an opportunity to say more. I drove home, once again shaking my head at myself. What have I gotten myself into?

I didn’t hear from the Principal the next day, nor had I expected to. I will admit that it chafed a bit. Dr. Gray said women expect more after being intimate, and I had to agree. How hard is it to text something like “Been thinking about you ;-)” or “Had a great time the other night”?

I kept telling myself that the Principal is busy at work and I had kept him up extremely late two days in a row so he doesn’t need to text me, but I also felt a little sick that having had sex he would no longer feel the need to pursue me. And now I like him.

Awful, yucky, messy feelings.