"A day and a decade"

I have good news and bad news.

The good news is that I fell in love.
The bad news is that I'm not sure I wanted to.

I met this guy at work about 2 weeks ago. We'll call him...Shawn. He came in, bought a pack of cigarettes, and left. He was very nice to me, and we flirted a little bit, but that's normal. I assumed I'd never see him again, and I didn't think anything of it.

Three days later (which was last week), I went to my favorite little coffee shop at 9 AM. This is weird for two reasons:
A) I woke up at 6 AM for no apparent reason, despite having been awake for 36 hours when I finally passed out 5 hours before I woke up again.
B) I hadn't been to that coffee shop in months.

I decide to sit down with my coffee and bullshit with the regulars and the owner. The thing about this place is that it's very cozy. Everyone sits around and drinks coffee and talks about politics and sex and cats. The owners know everyone by name. It's amazing.

5 minutes later, Shawn walks in. I recognized him- he has a lot of tattoos, and he's kind of short. I wasn't 100% sure that it was him, though, so I didn't say anything. I went outside to smoke a cigarette with my coffee a few minutes later, and he joined me. We started talking, and when I mentioned where I worked, he said, "I knew it! You're [insert my name]! I was thinking about you the other night."

I was surprised that he remembered my name. I never told him that; it was on my name tag. But how often do you remember that sort of thing? Can you tell me what the name of the person who checked you out at a grocery store or gas station last is? Yeah, no, neither can I.

We talked, and we really clicked. There's no real way to describe it- we were just instantly comfortable with each other. We stayed at the coffee shop for 2 hours, and then he asked if I'd like to go for a walk.

We went to the library to check out some artwork. Turns out, he does digital photography and has a showing in about a month. On our way there, we found ourselves holding hands. He and I talked about this a few days ago, and neither of us remembers reaching for the others' hand. It just happened, and we didn't even KNOW it until we had to pull our hands apart. I wasn't kidding when I said we were comfortable.

After the library, he had to go to work. So I walked him to work, and we walked on the railroad tracks to get there. I LOVE doing that- I do it by myself sometimes. When we got to his work, we stood on the tracks and hugged. Then he held my face in his hands, tilted my head down, and kissed my forehead.

That may have been when I fell in love.

Since then, it's been good. We had our first "fight" a few nights ago, and we talked about it and communicated like adults. My friends love him, my sister loves him, and I find myself more and more insane about him every day. We've only known each other for a little over a week, and we've both said that we feel like we've been dating for 6 years.

The best part is that even though we are dating...it's an open relationship. So I can still fuck Rob as I long as I tell Shawn about it. :D

And I have I mentioned that our sex is...like holy god woah?

The word "soul mate" has been tossed around. This guy might be the real deal. And I know that sounds so stupid and impossible, but...it's one of those things where you just have to SEE it to understand it.



I do still miss Mike, though. Not as much, and it doesn't kill me completely to think about him, but this new relationship still stirs things up. It's hard still. And I hate that.




So. It's fucking 4:30 in the morning. Shawn is in bed, waiting for me. I must go.

But I have a really awesome sex story for my next post. It's about Rob and the huge mirror in my bedroom. :D