Last night I met the man I’m going to marry!
Robert (RM) and I met online about 6 weeks ago and though I’ve felt my attraction to him growing over the weeks, I resisted meeting him in person for two reason, 1. There was a potential of meeting with DB, which has died a death since his non response to my message of last week) 2. I wanted to be sure that my feelings were not confused and on the back of talks I had had with DB, I would not dishonour someone by doing that.
Over the last couple of week, RM has shown himself to be a man of principle, loyalty and chivalry; he actually offered to come pick me up from work last week when it was snowing quite heavily and I became scared about driving. When he said he was free to meet Sunday evening, I cancelled my plans with MK and waited with eager anticipation for 9pm. When RM eventually arrived (after taking several wrong turns around the confing bendy country lanes), I was completely breathless – which turned quickly into giggles. I knew he was tall (just over 6 feet), but I had no idea that he was so handsome, with the softest, most kind eyes I’ve seen on any man.
We sat and talked for a short while and then snuggled (with him sitting behind me, with me pulled in between his legs – his idea) with his arms around me as we began to watch The Story of O (his choice). I could tell from the way his face was nuzzling into my neck and hair, that he was not really watching the film; and I suspect that he could tell just how aroused I was becoming, between certain images in the film and his hand on my bare midriff. I loved that he wasn’t ‘trying it on’, but made it clear, in a very subtle way, that he wanted to make love.
When I asked if he was comfy (on my teeny sofa), he suggested we move to the bedroom and asked me to lead the way, which I more than happily did. From gentle carresses and soft kisses, what followed was loving and passionate, until we fell asleeep tightly embraced. When he left this morning, I felt contented and peaceful, he said he felt the same way. I’m still smiling as I remember moments from last night, how beautiful it was, how natural, how completely at ease and giving we were with each other.
If ’sympatico’ really exists, then RM and I certainly have it.
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