It was my third date with a really, really good guy. I wasn’t used to those. I was used to guys who had put me down, been more interested in my body than *me*, or guys who just generally weren’t someone I clicked with.
But he…he was different. He made holding hands sexy. His love language was clearly touch because he never stopped touching me somehow; holding hands, his hand around my waist as we walked, touching my leg gently as we sat next to each other. All the time, and always in the sweetest way. We had effortless conversation, and I knew he liked me for me.
We were still sitting in his car outside his house after driving to his house after dinner and talking about music. He asked me to “show” him some of the music that inspired me, but the auxiliary cord in his car had frayed (this was before Bluetooth), so I pulled out my earbuds and we each put one in one ear. With these in, our faces were close together. It was impossible not to feel the chemistry, and he slowly kissed me.