He REALLY likes me…

Two weekends ago I went out to a goth club. A club I’d been at only one time before when my friend’s boyfriend from out of town played there with his band.

I should have known better.

Enter last Friday. I’m out with my sister-in-law and her friends sharing tales from the weekend past when one of the ladies I’m talking to says “I’m going to Said Club tonight for a benefit! You have to come!”

Mr. Club of course was going to be there. I had already told him he should stop by after the benefit..

Hem. Haw. More hem and haw. Why?

1. Said Club is not my scene. I’m a neighborhood pub kind of girl.

2. I don’t know anyone but Mr. Club and Ms. Brand New Friend An Hour Ago. And I’m always the one who knows everyone. Plus, last weekend when Mr. Club and I left the bar…some of his friends outside were cheering him on. Um, yeah.

3. What on earth do I wear to top last weeks pigtail outfit?

What’s a girl to do? Go to Said Club of course.

Once I got there Mr. Club came right up to me and in his very guys guy 100% Sicilian kinda way stood by his woman, hand on back, hand holding hand, hand on back of neck…introducing me to everyone in sight. And I do mean everyone.

Turns out Mr. Club is apparently the nice guy, the buddy of all. Also, he dances. Also…bow-tie. Swoon.

End of the night. Mmmm. (Keeping this blog clean, but my do I have fodder for future X rated stories.)

Had a lovely morning together.

Had a lovely afternoon together.

Finally got out of bed and showered and went to dinner together, where Mr. Club was nothing but a gentleman and opened doors for me, pulled out the chair for me and paid for dinner.

After that we took in a little outdoor theater.  Mr. Club is VERY affectionate and wanted to touch me at all times. No, not in a naughty way but in a touch me at all times way. I ended up maneuvering so he had his head resting in my lap with my arms around him. Very sweet.

Had another lovely evening together. And morning together. But by early afternoon I was feeling claustrophobic. Of course this meant Mr. Club took even more time diddle-dallying about getting ready to leave, which made me think he was a never leave. I freaked out.

Why?

I loved falling asleep and waking up in his arms. Slept very well together felt very natural. But maybe it is all too much too quickly.

Despite having so much in common…

I felt trapped. I wanted him to leave. I had been with him since Friday. I’m want me time. I wasn’t LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP!

After he left, I took a long nap…and then realized I needed to say something. I told him I did like him…but I wasn’t used to the attention and needed much more space. He agreed…but told me he just didn’t expect to find someone like me and he is crazy about me and he isn’t usually like this with women and cant believe how lucky he is to have found someone so amazing.

AAAAAUGH! Why am I freaking out? I like him, right?

So as soon as we had this conversation…I felt better. And actually Monday…I was feeling a bit sad that he wasn’t texting as much. (I know, I know….)

I invited him out to dinner Wednesday night.  He was surprised because he knew I said I needed space… I’m still not used to him wanting to sit next to me and be affectionate. I mean when he came in to the restaurant he came right up to me and gave me a big kiss, who does that?

It’s pretty much everything I never had that I said I always wanted to find…but…this is for real!

We had a lovely dinner together…he spent the night and got up early for work the next day. I’m seeing him Friday…who knows where the weekend will take us.

And then the story goes Mr. Club really, really likes me. Still.

And me

Still…um…

?

Mr. Club came over on Friday after I had dinner with friends. I originally invited him to come along to dinner and an outdoor movie but he ended up working late missing dinner and the outdoor movie was rained out so…we ended up hanging out at my place instead.

And we had a nice night. And a nice morning. (See a trend here? Cause I do. One I will eventually have to say more about but for now…all good.)

Went out to the coffee shop/cafe on Saturday for breakfast sandwiches while sitting outside reading newspapers together. Lovely. Afterward we took a walk, hand in hand (his choice) down to the Farmers Market. I introduced him to a few people…Mr. Club seemed much more quiet than usual. But cute. He bought me a bottle of wine which I said we would share the next day while listening to Jazz at the park. Stopped in at a few stores along the way window shopping. Had a nice time.

Later in the afternoon when we got back…I kicked him out. No really, I did. Mr. Club was going to go for a run and go home and change to go out later that evening and I needed me time. Actually, telling him to go home worked pretty well…if you like kicking puppy dogs. (I admit, he is getting better about this…I think he would spend 24-7 with me if he could. EEK!)

I stayed home and did a whole bunch of NOTHING while Mr. Club hung out at his favourite haunt dancing the night away. Around 3 am he came over and…

(Lather, rinse, repeat.)

Of course it was late afternoon when we realized Jazz at the Park wasn’t going to happen. Mr. Club takes his almost 90 year old mama to Mass and dinner every Sunday. Before he met me 3 weekends ago he took her to the 11:00 am service but since meeting me…6:00 pm seems to be his preferred time. I did nothing all afternoon but lounge in bed with Mr. Club.

Sigh. Tough life, right?

I have to say Mr. Club dressed up to meet his mama for church looked super adorable. Mint green oxford shirt. Argyle socks. The man knows how to dress. But for the brown belt black shoe habit that he tells me he is “sure I will break him of soon.” :)

Silly man.

I’m still liking him.

I have plans for the weekend with family so I won’t be seeing him at all. But we have a dinner date scheduled for Wednesday Night.

Taking it one day at a time, right?

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