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After the Salsa Festival revelation that the Principal considered me his girlfriend, I decided to ask some more intimate questions. This guy has been super evasive on the whole sharing aspect. Now it was time to get down to the good stuff.
I sat him at my kitchen table and asked how many times he's been in love. Ice formed over his face. He was frozen in the type of look that said he would prefer his toe nails plucked to talking about anything remotely close to personal. Jerk.
I tried again. I asked him to tell me his idea of a "relationship." Ugh. Why do I even bother? The Principal was surprisingly quick to answer however.
"Hmm... My idea of a relationship is two people mating continuously, over and over until they are 80 or one of them dies." - The Principal
All I could do was stare. I'm about 95% sure he was dead serious. So I tried asking what his idea of romance is instead.
"I don’t know.." This was said with a touch of pain. He squirmed on his seat and rubbed a hand over his face. "Why do we have to talk about this?"
There was a dirty look on his face now. Like I was intentionally torturing him and he was beginning to hate me for it. Damn men, what do they think they're doing when they refuse to open up to women? That is torture.
I know nothing about who the Principal is or what makes him tick. I know all about his work and school and affinity for chopping wood, but not much about his family or friends or feelings. Its a bad, bad sign when you consistantly ask yourself if this guy is wasting your time.
Am I going to wake up one day and we'll both be like Eh, that's done...?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Meet the Parents
The Principal picked the parents up from the airport Thursday night. My foolish expectation had been that the Principal would come over to my house to stay the night Friday, we'd go to the graduation together, and afterward I would meet these people with whom he shares DNA and eat some pizza.
This had been the plan. This was what I had vaguely been told. Years of experience should have taught me to ask more questions and nail down a definate plan of action prior to any event with a man. They just don't think a plan of any sort is necessary. Idiots.
So, midddle of the day on Friday the Principal texts me asking if I can meet at his place by 6:30pm to go for pizza. This is not the plan. I know that was not ever the plan. I began to panic sitting at my desk. It was Friday and therefore ponytail day. No need to look nice or do my hair, right? Freaking men do not understand there are things that need to be put into motion for women to look their best when they meet parents for the first time. We need to feel like we look clean cut, elegant and polished.
What would his mother think if I showed up with a ponytail? That I was childish? Lack style? Would she gossip about me at the beauty salon with her friends saying "Oh God, she wore her hair in a ponytail? Has she no taste?" And they would shake their heads and talk badly about me the rest of the afternoon.
What would his mother think if I showed up with a ponytail? That I was childish? Lack style? Would she gossip about me at the beauty salon with her friends saying "Oh God, she wore her hair in a ponytail? Has she no taste?" And they would shake their heads and talk badly about me the rest of the afternoon.
If I get off work at 5pm, rush home to take care of the animals and then fight traffic over to his place, I would have NO time to do anything to this grease trap sitting on top of my melon! Calmly, I texted the Principal: Few things I need to take care of before heading over but will be there by seven. No problem. I ran home, sternly told the cat he did not want to fuck with me right now and jumped in the shower.
I was on the road by 6:30 feeling good that I would make it to his place by 7pm. I looked nice, simple straight hair, fresh makeup. I was going for the "not trying hard" look. The only drawback is that they might think I don't care to try hard enough.... I thought I was going to faint as I drove down the 202.
This is too much pressure and way too damn awkward. I need more time to prepare my mind for this! I needed a fucking beer! The Principal had a couple beers before he had to meet my mother and that was in a busy crowded place where he had every opportunity to run away if things got weird.
When I knocked on the door the Principal answered before I was finished. Like he was waiting there for me. The guy has serious sensor alarms. I smiled tensely as he ushered me in. The Principal asked if I was nervous. I nodded. He laughed at me. I visualized tazing him in the groin.
This is it, I thought. You can run away now and perhaps these parent people will just think their son made the whole "girlfriend" story up. They'll go home and tell their friends their poor child is delusional. I'd be free to go home, put my clean hair in a nice new ponytail and finish my book over an ice cold beer. There will be no stress, other than the frantic texts from the Principal who desperately wants me to convince his parents that I'm not fictional. I could cackle at his futile attempts and refuse to respond to him.
Sigh. It would be utter bliss. But instead I walked through his place, was handed a beer and followed him to the outside patio to meet my fate.
This is it, I thought. You can run away now and perhaps these parent people will just think their son made the whole "girlfriend" story up. They'll go home and tell their friends their poor child is delusional. I'd be free to go home, put my clean hair in a nice new ponytail and finish my book over an ice cold beer. There will be no stress, other than the frantic texts from the Principal who desperately wants me to convince his parents that I'm not fictional. I could cackle at his futile attempts and refuse to respond to him.
Sigh. It would be utter bliss. But instead I walked through his place, was handed a beer and followed him to the outside patio to meet my fate.
Friday, July 9, 2010
List of Good/Bad Things (once it turns into a real relationship)
1) More comfortable sending goofy or pointless texts
2) Cuddling is much less fake (on both sides)
3) A trip to Sportsman's Warehouse and PetsMart on a Saturday is considered a date
4) The freedom to "share"
5) Men don't think the sex has to last over an hour
6) Girls don't need to do their hair when they know they'll just be "hanging out"
7) Either party can say "I missed you" for the hell of it
8) Silence is ok, if not preferred
9) You can drive each other's cars
10) You can go to bed and actually sleep
2) Cuddling is much less fake (on both sides)
3) A trip to Sportsman's Warehouse and PetsMart on a Saturday is considered a date
4) The freedom to "share"
5) Men don't think the sex has to last over an hour
6) Girls don't need to do their hair when they know they'll just be "hanging out"
7) Either party can say "I missed you" for the hell of it
8) Silence is ok, if not preferred
9) You can drive each other's cars
10) You can go to bed and actually sleep
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Busy or Blow Off?
The following afternoon when I got myself out of bed, I had a text from the Principal. He knew I had plans that night but was making general chitchat again. This was becoming routine prior to him getting to some point. He asked if I had any plans the next night. Other than my Sunday office cleaning, I was generally free. This would be the second straight weekend he has asked to see me twice… That’s a good sign, right?
Then he followed up with “See I have Monday off so I can stay out past my bedtime” meaning he wanted to stay up late(in other words have sex). See, I can speak Principal. This was then followed up immediately with “And classes kick back in so I may be overwhelmed for a few weeks.”
I glared at my blackberry, this evil little device that allows men to text me rather than call properly to explain themselves like in the olden days. There were two ways to interpret these messages.
1)The Principal, who is getting his MBA, will be too busy to see me over the next 3-4 weeks and wants to get it on one last time before our dating becomes too much to fit in his schedule
2)The Principal is using the excuse of school to start fading me out so he doesn’t have to come out and say that he no longer wants to see me, but still wants to get in one last bang.
He was going to be busy for the next few weeks? Blow off? I spent a considerable amount of time reflecting, cussing and decided against drinking before 5pm.
For our date we went to the store and bought the fixings to make brownie sundaes. I discovered the Principal has a major sweet tooth. Anything dessert and he’s all over it. It’s kind of a cute trait.
When we have dates in my area of the Phoenix metropolis the Principal was relaxing into his “stay the night mode.” Each time he settles in for the night I wonder why it's so much easier for him. I turn into a hyperactive monkey at the thought of sleeping in his bed and waking up the next morning at his place, but this man doesn’t bat an eyelash! Aren’t men supposed to be the wary ones?
In a sugar coma induced by copious amounts of brownie covered in ice cream covered in chocolate covered in whipped cream covered in chocolate… The two of us sank into a blissful sleep snuggled up against one another. I had some very strange dreams, which I will attribute to the aforementioned sugar consumption, but otherwise endured a very peaceful night. Cuddling. Which was more strange than the dreams because we don't do that.
Unfortunately, my eyes popped wide open prior to 8a.m. and I wondered what I should do. Slide out of bed, yet again, and wait for him to leave? Stay there, stare at the ceiling wishing I could roll over and take up the whole bed without the imposition of another body in the way? The Principal woke up, probably a bit stunned I stayed in bed with him, and hugged me close. We made a little morning pillow talk, nipping kisses here and there. It felt good. I no longer wanted him to leave.
After some morning hanky panky, the Principal went into the kitchen and made us coffee. We sat out on the patio, feeling very couple like, and talking about what we both had to do that day. There was a sense of ease again, that I couldn’t help but smile. Have I found a good one? I mean he does all the things women want and doesn’t senselessly flatter me.
THINGS THE PRINCIPAL DOES RIGHT
1)Opens car doors when appropriate
2)Asks me out well in advance for dates (as if he expects that I might make plans without him)
3)Takes me on dates that I will probably be more interested than he will
4)Compliments me (ie, looks into my eyes after brushing away a strand of hair and tells me I am beautiful)
5)Pays attention when I tell boring stories and doesn’t tell me they are boring stories
6)Checks in with me from time to time during the week
7)Remembers things I have talked about
8)Kisses me often
When he was getting ready to leave that morning I couldn’t help but think that it would probably be weeks before I saw him again and many days before I heard from him, if at all. Besides, with his schedule getting even busier, wouldn’t this be the most ideal way to part company amicably (from a guy’s perspective) ?
The Principal gathered me in a big bear hug, lifting me right off the ground while kissing me passionately at the door. My heart soared. There was music. I was sure this was where we would begin to end.
Then he followed up with “See I have Monday off so I can stay out past my bedtime” meaning he wanted to stay up late(in other words have sex). See, I can speak Principal. This was then followed up immediately with “And classes kick back in so I may be overwhelmed for a few weeks.”
I glared at my blackberry, this evil little device that allows men to text me rather than call properly to explain themselves like in the olden days. There were two ways to interpret these messages.
1)The Principal, who is getting his MBA, will be too busy to see me over the next 3-4 weeks and wants to get it on one last time before our dating becomes too much to fit in his schedule
2)The Principal is using the excuse of school to start fading me out so he doesn’t have to come out and say that he no longer wants to see me, but still wants to get in one last bang.
He was going to be busy for the next few weeks? Blow off? I spent a considerable amount of time reflecting, cussing and decided against drinking before 5pm.
For our date we went to the store and bought the fixings to make brownie sundaes. I discovered the Principal has a major sweet tooth. Anything dessert and he’s all over it. It’s kind of a cute trait.
When we have dates in my area of the Phoenix metropolis the Principal was relaxing into his “stay the night mode.” Each time he settles in for the night I wonder why it's so much easier for him. I turn into a hyperactive monkey at the thought of sleeping in his bed and waking up the next morning at his place, but this man doesn’t bat an eyelash! Aren’t men supposed to be the wary ones?
In a sugar coma induced by copious amounts of brownie covered in ice cream covered in chocolate covered in whipped cream covered in chocolate… The two of us sank into a blissful sleep snuggled up against one another. I had some very strange dreams, which I will attribute to the aforementioned sugar consumption, but otherwise endured a very peaceful night. Cuddling. Which was more strange than the dreams because we don't do that.
Unfortunately, my eyes popped wide open prior to 8a.m. and I wondered what I should do. Slide out of bed, yet again, and wait for him to leave? Stay there, stare at the ceiling wishing I could roll over and take up the whole bed without the imposition of another body in the way? The Principal woke up, probably a bit stunned I stayed in bed with him, and hugged me close. We made a little morning pillow talk, nipping kisses here and there. It felt good. I no longer wanted him to leave.
After some morning hanky panky, the Principal went into the kitchen and made us coffee. We sat out on the patio, feeling very couple like, and talking about what we both had to do that day. There was a sense of ease again, that I couldn’t help but smile. Have I found a good one? I mean he does all the things women want and doesn’t senselessly flatter me.
THINGS THE PRINCIPAL DOES RIGHT
1)Opens car doors when appropriate
2)Asks me out well in advance for dates (as if he expects that I might make plans without him)
3)Takes me on dates that I will probably be more interested than he will
4)Compliments me (ie, looks into my eyes after brushing away a strand of hair and tells me I am beautiful)
5)Pays attention when I tell boring stories and doesn’t tell me they are boring stories
6)Checks in with me from time to time during the week
7)Remembers things I have talked about
8)Kisses me often
When he was getting ready to leave that morning I couldn’t help but think that it would probably be weeks before I saw him again and many days before I heard from him, if at all. Besides, with his schedule getting even busier, wouldn’t this be the most ideal way to part company amicably (from a guy’s perspective) ?
The Principal gathered me in a big bear hug, lifting me right off the ground while kissing me passionately at the door. My heart soared. There was music. I was sure this was where we would begin to end.
Texting the Principal
He waited until after 5pm on Tuesday (after we had seen each other Sunday night) to text. We basically just chitchatted back and forth about mundane things over the rest of the evening, owl jokes, upcoming football games, blah blah blah. I sent the last text. Next night, about 8:30pm he texted to ask how my hair appointment went. After relieving him of the notion that I did not get scalped I discovered he had a really bad day.
I tried to be “pleasant” like Dr. Gray suggests and make him feel better by looking forward to the weekend when he could get a reprieve from his hectic workload. I thought that text over a few times, hoping he wouldn’t consider it fishing for a date, because that really was not my intention. Generally, there a few minutes in between our texts but he came right back with “Speaking of [the weekend], any plans Friday?” I slid the phone away from me, carefully, and thought this over. I hoped against all hope that he really did want to spend time with me, not feel obligated to make plans because I mentioned the upcoming lull in his busy schedule.
As I sat there pondering and biting my nails, my lovely mother called. We chatted for about a half hour and then I had a chance to return to my texts, another one from the Principal. “Hoping we could get together” he’d said after I’d failed to text him back. He said he would work on the plans tomorrow and was going to bed.
I continued to bite my nails. Why the hell does this dating crap have to be so damn hard? I get what I want, which is another date, but am left with the lingering doubts and confusion that is this new era of dating= the text interpretation. You can be straight forward or coy or flirty or mean or sarcastic…. The list is endless! But what if the person you are texting takes what you say a different way? Then there can be an unforeseen plethora of difficulties. When did human beings become so evolved that we no longer need to express ourselves verbally? Is this type of technological progress really progress at all?
The Principal never ceases to surprise me. Bright and early (for me) he texted the next morning asking if I wanted to see “100 Years of Broadway” as interpreted by his students. I asked whether or not they would be on key… Here we go again with analyzing whether he just needed a date to a function. I was having this conundrum quite frequently with the Principal.
He added that we could go to a dive bar afterward to ease the pain of the show, which was also another way of showing me that he listens because I mentioned how I prefer dives to fancy places last time we hung out. We texted all through the day, and I felt special. It takes so little to please me.
Friday night rolled around and I met him at his place. He answered the door, pulled me into a big hug and kisses and then continued getting ready. Usually when a person doesn’t mind getting ready around their date they are moving toward a relationship. They feel comfortable not being right at the top of their game, let you see a little vulnerability. Was that what this was becoming? A relationship? Am I jumping ahead of myself? Probably…
It certainly felt like a cozy scene. Us bantering in his kitchen while he waited for his sweater to dry. The Principal laughing at how we both chose to wear black, asking me to help him finish his beer… I stood there trying to enjoy and not get all stiff. Stiff won over. My back began to ache..
The show wasn’t that bad, only one massacre but that was made up by another student whose voice was so powerful it gave me goose bumps. We ended the evening with what I would most certainly not call a dive bar. It was a classy bar and grill that bordered neighborhood and upscale. The Principal sat the entire time angled toward me, laughing and occasionally grabbing my leg as he talked. It was another cozy happy scene. It was almost as if I was watching somebody else's experience. I wanted to go home so my back would stop hurting from the stress of possibly doing something wrong.
We went back to his place, where the safety of my car was awaiting me, but somehow we got to talking about Monty Python and the tension disappeared. Here is a man who can appreciate my stupid sense of humor! The Principal crawled around on the floor looking behind his entertainment center for the DVD. We sat on the couch laughing at the movie, saying the lines along with the insane characters, and the Principal even got up to do the little horse jig around the condo. We kidded one another. We kissed and play shoved… It was so disarming that began to readjust to him and feel like this was the way things were supposed to be…
Once again, after a little time in the bedroom and the Principal was falling asleep, I gathered up all my stuff and made to get out of there as fast as I could. This feeling of being caught in a room, no, a bed, after having been so intimate with a person but not quite able to be myself was becoming toxic. My head was spinning and my heart was racing. All I wanted to do was run home, put on my pajamas and get drunk while watching the complete 4th season of Bones, which is exactly what I did.
The Principal vaguely tried to get me to stay, again, but I ran. Here I was, traipsing off in the dark after a wonderful time with a very sweet and respectful man because...? There is no easily identifiable reason! I like him, want him to continue going out with me, have a progressing relationship (I think) with the Principal, yet after getting it on I want to go away.
WTF?
I tried to be “pleasant” like Dr. Gray suggests and make him feel better by looking forward to the weekend when he could get a reprieve from his hectic workload. I thought that text over a few times, hoping he wouldn’t consider it fishing for a date, because that really was not my intention. Generally, there a few minutes in between our texts but he came right back with “Speaking of [the weekend], any plans Friday?” I slid the phone away from me, carefully, and thought this over. I hoped against all hope that he really did want to spend time with me, not feel obligated to make plans because I mentioned the upcoming lull in his busy schedule.
As I sat there pondering and biting my nails, my lovely mother called. We chatted for about a half hour and then I had a chance to return to my texts, another one from the Principal. “Hoping we could get together” he’d said after I’d failed to text him back. He said he would work on the plans tomorrow and was going to bed.
I continued to bite my nails. Why the hell does this dating crap have to be so damn hard? I get what I want, which is another date, but am left with the lingering doubts and confusion that is this new era of dating= the text interpretation. You can be straight forward or coy or flirty or mean or sarcastic…. The list is endless! But what if the person you are texting takes what you say a different way? Then there can be an unforeseen plethora of difficulties. When did human beings become so evolved that we no longer need to express ourselves verbally? Is this type of technological progress really progress at all?
The Principal never ceases to surprise me. Bright and early (for me) he texted the next morning asking if I wanted to see “100 Years of Broadway” as interpreted by his students. I asked whether or not they would be on key… Here we go again with analyzing whether he just needed a date to a function. I was having this conundrum quite frequently with the Principal.
He added that we could go to a dive bar afterward to ease the pain of the show, which was also another way of showing me that he listens because I mentioned how I prefer dives to fancy places last time we hung out. We texted all through the day, and I felt special. It takes so little to please me.
Friday night rolled around and I met him at his place. He answered the door, pulled me into a big hug and kisses and then continued getting ready. Usually when a person doesn’t mind getting ready around their date they are moving toward a relationship. They feel comfortable not being right at the top of their game, let you see a little vulnerability. Was that what this was becoming? A relationship? Am I jumping ahead of myself? Probably…
It certainly felt like a cozy scene. Us bantering in his kitchen while he waited for his sweater to dry. The Principal laughing at how we both chose to wear black, asking me to help him finish his beer… I stood there trying to enjoy and not get all stiff. Stiff won over. My back began to ache..
The show wasn’t that bad, only one massacre but that was made up by another student whose voice was so powerful it gave me goose bumps. We ended the evening with what I would most certainly not call a dive bar. It was a classy bar and grill that bordered neighborhood and upscale. The Principal sat the entire time angled toward me, laughing and occasionally grabbing my leg as he talked. It was another cozy happy scene. It was almost as if I was watching somebody else's experience. I wanted to go home so my back would stop hurting from the stress of possibly doing something wrong.
We went back to his place, where the safety of my car was awaiting me, but somehow we got to talking about Monty Python and the tension disappeared. Here is a man who can appreciate my stupid sense of humor! The Principal crawled around on the floor looking behind his entertainment center for the DVD. We sat on the couch laughing at the movie, saying the lines along with the insane characters, and the Principal even got up to do the little horse jig around the condo. We kidded one another. We kissed and play shoved… It was so disarming that began to readjust to him and feel like this was the way things were supposed to be…
Once again, after a little time in the bedroom and the Principal was falling asleep, I gathered up all my stuff and made to get out of there as fast as I could. This feeling of being caught in a room, no, a bed, after having been so intimate with a person but not quite able to be myself was becoming toxic. My head was spinning and my heart was racing. All I wanted to do was run home, put on my pajamas and get drunk while watching the complete 4th season of Bones, which is exactly what I did.
The Principal vaguely tried to get me to stay, again, but I ran. Here I was, traipsing off in the dark after a wonderful time with a very sweet and respectful man because...? There is no easily identifiable reason! I like him, want him to continue going out with me, have a progressing relationship (I think) with the Principal, yet after getting it on I want to go away.
WTF?
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.
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.
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...
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...
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