I just got home after meeting him for the first time, his kiss still lingering on my lips. I can’t recall how long it took me to get home, or even how I got home for that matter. All my mind was focused on was that kiss.
He answered my r4r post 3 days prior. I was hesitant at first, but while reading through his post history I saw him calling out other men’s toxic masculinity. Surely this is a good sign I thought, I had been through many toxic people before and the residual scars still haunt me to this day. After talking for a bit, I decided to ask him on a date on a whim. To my surprise he actually agreed.
There was something about him that just fascinated me. He had charmed me with his extensive game collection and our mutual nostalgia towards the Legend of Zelda. His words precise, meaningful, and grammatically correct. Admittedly I am a bit of a Grammar Nazi, so this was a huge thing for me. He said what he meant, and meant what he said. I was rather nervous about meeting him, not for fear of any danger, but for fear or rejection.
I drove half hour in the pouring rain to this small café in his city. Parking, I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts before telling him I had arrived. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice me shaking or the shallow breathing of the anxiety fueling my imagination.
Getting out of my car, I started walking, head down to the front entrance and there he stood waiting for me, hood covering his long hair, leaning against the wall. I slowed my pace a bit so I could assess my surroundings. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and to his credit, he actually looked better than his photos. He greeted me with a simple hello, and a hug. Stating it was nice to meet me, we hurried in to find a table and get out of the rain.
Once we were seated I got to see the full aura of his being. Friendly, slightly guarded, and funny. I couldn’t help but stare deeply into his eyes, brown as stained oak. I sat there for a moment, searching… searching for something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I had never met this man before in my life, yet somehow I felt connected to his soul, and although I had put up what I thought was a good façade, I could feel his gaze piercing through it.
I heard words coming from his mouth, but I was in such a daze they barely registered. After much conversation I could feel an attachment growing to this man. He seemed almost too perfect, everything I was looking for in a partner. We sat there chatting until the late hours of the night. As I realized the café was about to close, I felt an anxious longing in the pit of my stomach. Did I make a good impression? Does he feel this same ethereal connection as I? I didn’t want to go home.
After giving him shit for not splitting the bill, we ventured outside. His hand wrapped around my waist pulling me close. I had my hands above my glasses trying to keep them dry, which he found amusing. He walked me to my car where he stopped looking down at me with a grin in his eyes. Holding me lightly he leaned over to kiss me goodbye. His lips soft and firm, I could feel myself becoming weak. Wrapping my hands around him, digging my nails into his back, I wanted nothing more than for him to push me against my car and continue.
He pulled away smiling at me and telling me to drive safe. Standing there watching him walk to his car, my words stolen from me. I could feel my heart pounding, screaming at me to tell him to take me home and have his way with me. But I got into my car, and started driving.
I’m home now after meeting him for the first time, his kiss still lingering on my lips. I can’t recall how long it took me to get home, or even how I got home for that matter. All my mind was focused on was that kiss…..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c5a1sk/i_just_got_home_after_meeting_him_fm_part_1
To be continued…