Pardon me for lack of any demeanour this morning. I got to bed at 3:00am, and my screen is swimming in front of my eyes, and people seem to be talking really slowly. Plus, having got home at that ungodly hour, I found Third Roommate alseep in my bed, so had to cuddle with him for the rest of the night. Bless. He didn't even fart or try to grope me. (I think it was the pyjamas.)
So. Pull up at Cute Unshaven's complex, to find it's the same complex in which Small Bum's best mate from school lives. This didn't particularly peturb me, as I had a smashing time. The man cooks like a demon. He made us and his [very cool] friends a three courser - consisting of braised lamb, roasted vegetables, fancy potato thingies, soup and Dom Pedros.
I was impressed, since my culinary flair extends mainly to heating up Golden Smackeroos in the microwave, especially of late.
He's a quiet, yet dry-humoured, unassuming guy with lovely eyes and a deep voice, which reeks of Eastern Cape farmer. Which is pretty hot right there. I snogged him rotten on his couch. After everyone else had gone home and he'd told me he was a Taurus (perfect match for us Virgo's). He's a sensual oke at that.
I was also helluva frank.
CU: So tell me about yourself.
Peas: I'm loud, impatient, difficult, stubborn, impulsive, reckless, and to top that off, I'm completely fucking crazy, evidenced by my regular karaoke sessions. And I don't even need a drink before I do it.
CU: Cool. I'm everything but those things, but cool nevertheless.
He has a bellyring. As Third Roommate gallantly told me last night while we went to sleep: that's appallingly 90s. It didn't put me off as much as I thought it would, although The Ant begs to differ.
He was surprisngly upfront about seeing me, confident enough to proclaim that I will be his girlfriend, and I will bear his children. I shit you not. Said in a tongue-in-cheek kind of way, mind you, otherwise I would've fled the building, but still, he was ernest and forthright about starting something with me, because "he likes me alot." Bless.
(I think I said 'bless' way too much last night, come to think of it.)
I was honest, although only about how I do things. I avoided bringing up the Small Bum saga, but did say that I hope he isn't in it for the shtoinking, because he's not getting any for a couple of months and I prefer to take things very slowly. (This time round anyway.)
Albeit, who knows what will happen. The man may never phone me again. What's great is that I feel perfectly in control, mainly because we got on, he's fun and nice, but I haven't been partial to fireworks, fireworks, fireworks just yet. And this means I can hold him at arms length.
Still, do hope I see him again. He's kisses beautifully.