outshout

So I've kissed him.
And held his hand.
(and thoroughly internet stalked him)
And I like him.
And I want to experience him.
I want to experience things with him.
Like myself.

cornetcy

You know, I never thought I'd be here.
Is this what being an adult is like?
There aren't any rules or things like that. There's just stuff you have to do.
Pay rent.
Pay bills.
Go to work.

In any case, I'm dating a boy.
And by dating, I mean, old-school dinner dates dating.
Tomorrow is my turn; yesterday he took me out for sushi.
He's cute. Sweet. I'll admit, I like him.
There's something about his charm that's refreshing and makes him easy to approach.
I'm not nervous to text him or worried if he'll think I'm a big fat pig (I mean... I ate a lot of food the other night).
He's constantly smiling and, thanks to my goofiness, laughing as well.
I consider this good. Not just me making him laugh but that he and I are taking it easy.
Yet this territory is so foreign, I'm unsure of specific rules. For instance, when I should attempt a kiss. I understand it's different for everyone and I have a feeling that our mutual chemistry for each other would work in our favor.
Still, I just don't want to rush things.

In the past, I've rushed.
Into beds. Into hearts.
Sometimes intentionally. Others, not so much.
But this... this new pace, reminiscent of my high school years, is enjoyable.


(also, huge plus, he likes video games and spends a lot of time on the internet.)

(score.)