Kid Presentable
01-03-2013, 08:15 AM
I've read recently about separated/divorced BBMBers landing on their feet in new romances. While I enjoyed these stories, I had never imagined it could happen to me.
Until now.
About 4 months ago I started talking to this girl on an online dating website (don't laugh). I'd been intending to get off of the site, as it was really more something dumb to do to remind myself of what was out there. Having been on one disappointing date, I was pretty much ready to give up and chill.
Anyway, she and I chatted everyday for a couple of weeks - first by email and then rapidly progressing to texts and phonecalls - and then went on a date. I was so fucking nervous (more than I ever recall being), but I needn't have been. Once she arrived, and I kissed her hello on the cheek, it was all good.
It was pretty casual, at a nice little bar, beers and cigarettes, and plenty of laughs. It was real natural and easy. Nothing awkward, and the time just flew by without either of us wanting to split.
We hugged goodbye. It was nice. Nothing sleazy or fucked.
I saw her again a couple of days later and was really taken with her. We went and saw Moonrise Kingdom and had a cool time. Again we hugged goodbye, which was nice.
She's a drama teacher at a performing arts academy (which is fucking awesome in my books), and sort of looks like Carey Mulligan crossed with Anna Faris. Bottom line is she's hilarious, smart and beautiful. And only two years younger than me, so we have plenty in common from a cultural perspective. In fact, lots of our core values line up pretty sweet.
She had to mark exams and stuff for about two weeks following our second date, but after that we met up for our third date. Things were the same (if not better) and on that date we kissed. It was fucking epic.
That was a Wednesday night, and that weekend she came round to mine and I cooked her garlic and chilli prawn linguine and we knocked back three bottles of wine and a few spliffs. Once she'd sat through 'Flying High' with me, I knew I was onto a winner.
Needless to say, she spent the night and the rest is history.
We have a wicked time together, and for once somebody else is the interesting one in the couple. One of my biggest turn-ons is a funny broad, so I pretty much feel like I've struck gold with her.
Things have been premo. We spend lots of time together talking shit, having mad fun. We go out, we have a rad time. I look at her and I'm a believer (in love) again. She teaches me (no pun intended) a lot about life, and she feels that I do the same for her.
We've met each other's parents, and it all seems really positive. Naturally, there is a little caution in my optimism, but it's far better to get back on the horse than to be bitter and fearful. In my opinion, anyway.
I had messed around with a few other girls earlier last year but had pretty much just resigned myself to being alone for a while. She had come out of a long-term thing where her boyfriend of five years cheated on her, so we both understand fuckery.
We can each be ourselves around each other, and be honest in want we want. It's the best. She loves me. And I love her.
Anyway, we're going to NZ together in about a week. Life is pretty good, for now. It's nice.
And if it doesn't work out, oh well. I have a pretty good feeling about things so far, though.
Just saying.
Until now.
About 4 months ago I started talking to this girl on an online dating website (don't laugh). I'd been intending to get off of the site, as it was really more something dumb to do to remind myself of what was out there. Having been on one disappointing date, I was pretty much ready to give up and chill.
Anyway, she and I chatted everyday for a couple of weeks - first by email and then rapidly progressing to texts and phonecalls - and then went on a date. I was so fucking nervous (more than I ever recall being), but I needn't have been. Once she arrived, and I kissed her hello on the cheek, it was all good.
It was pretty casual, at a nice little bar, beers and cigarettes, and plenty of laughs. It was real natural and easy. Nothing awkward, and the time just flew by without either of us wanting to split.
We hugged goodbye. It was nice. Nothing sleazy or fucked.
I saw her again a couple of days later and was really taken with her. We went and saw Moonrise Kingdom and had a cool time. Again we hugged goodbye, which was nice.
She's a drama teacher at a performing arts academy (which is fucking awesome in my books), and sort of looks like Carey Mulligan crossed with Anna Faris. Bottom line is she's hilarious, smart and beautiful. And only two years younger than me, so we have plenty in common from a cultural perspective. In fact, lots of our core values line up pretty sweet.
She had to mark exams and stuff for about two weeks following our second date, but after that we met up for our third date. Things were the same (if not better) and on that date we kissed. It was fucking epic.
That was a Wednesday night, and that weekend she came round to mine and I cooked her garlic and chilli prawn linguine and we knocked back three bottles of wine and a few spliffs. Once she'd sat through 'Flying High' with me, I knew I was onto a winner.
Needless to say, she spent the night and the rest is history.
We have a wicked time together, and for once somebody else is the interesting one in the couple. One of my biggest turn-ons is a funny broad, so I pretty much feel like I've struck gold with her.
Things have been premo. We spend lots of time together talking shit, having mad fun. We go out, we have a rad time. I look at her and I'm a believer (in love) again. She teaches me (no pun intended) a lot about life, and she feels that I do the same for her.
We've met each other's parents, and it all seems really positive. Naturally, there is a little caution in my optimism, but it's far better to get back on the horse than to be bitter and fearful. In my opinion, anyway.
I had messed around with a few other girls earlier last year but had pretty much just resigned myself to being alone for a while. She had come out of a long-term thing where her boyfriend of five years cheated on her, so we both understand fuckery.
We can each be ourselves around each other, and be honest in want we want. It's the best. She loves me. And I love her.
Anyway, we're going to NZ together in about a week. Life is pretty good, for now. It's nice.
And if it doesn't work out, oh well. I have a pretty good feeling about things so far, though.
Just saying.