Which is what I decided to do when I sent an email to a complete stranger, saying I'm deleting my account, if you want to get in contact here's the details....
So we text back and forth, working out a time to speak on the phone that worked for both of us. I was supposed to call one night, and changed it because I wanted to watch Packed to the Rafters... anyway, eventually we connected, and talked for a couple of hours on the phone... with me ending the call so he could go to bed, and not wrap himself around a pole, as I wanted to meet him. He has to get up at 3.45am to be at work at six... so yes does travel a fair way to get to work. I had already arranged a "date" for the Saturday 12th Feb with someone that I had been texting back and forth with, but who had yet not actually managed to speak to me on the phone. On the friday night I was going out with girlfriends, and I had already tried during the week to call this guy, to firm up plans, meeting place etc, and still had not spoken to him, instead receiving a text saying yep all good for Saturday speak to you Friday. So I decided that I would try again to call him before I went out. Three times. unsuccessfully. ten mins before I was going out, I tried again, still no answer, so I decided that if he couldnt manage to speak to me on the phone, how the hell was he going to be able to have a conversation with me face to face. So I cancelled the date.... and seeing as how I was leaping I decided to text M and told him that my plans had changed for the Saturday night and if he wanted to catch up I was available. We had already made plans for the following Saturday 19th Feb anyway.
To cut a long story short... and well this was a month ago now anyway... and lots has happened between then and now....
We caught up, met at Mooloolaba, went to the surf club and had a couple of Corona's, laughed and laughed and laughed some more, about the perils of online dating. Went for a walk on the esplanade, found some where for dinner, and didn't stop talking the entire time. I was completely, and utterly true to ME. was the me that my friends know, and love (or get driven mad by - depends on the day!) I felt confident, and self assured, and wonderful. When we left, I asked if I could give him a hug. I had been gagging for a man hug for months. He is tall .... which I love. And the hug..... sigh... was divine. and left me wanting more. ... so I quickly jumped in my car to leave lol.
which takes me to today. ... We have seen each other every weekend since, text a billion times each day, speak each night, and I'm .... terrified, delighted, overwhelmed, excited, happy, and a billion other emotions that don't have words...
I'm both terrified and exhilerated, standing on a cliff about to leap free fall with a parachute hoping to fuck it opens!! and I can glide...
I guess that's what TRUST. FORGIVE. LET GO really means .....
So we text back and forth, working out a time to speak on the phone that worked for both of us. I was supposed to call one night, and changed it because I wanted to watch Packed to the Rafters... anyway, eventually we connected, and talked for a couple of hours on the phone... with me ending the call so he could go to bed, and not wrap himself around a pole, as I wanted to meet him. He has to get up at 3.45am to be at work at six... so yes does travel a fair way to get to work. I had already arranged a "date" for the Saturday 12th Feb with someone that I had been texting back and forth with, but who had yet not actually managed to speak to me on the phone. On the friday night I was going out with girlfriends, and I had already tried during the week to call this guy, to firm up plans, meeting place etc, and still had not spoken to him, instead receiving a text saying yep all good for Saturday speak to you Friday. So I decided that I would try again to call him before I went out. Three times. unsuccessfully. ten mins before I was going out, I tried again, still no answer, so I decided that if he couldnt manage to speak to me on the phone, how the hell was he going to be able to have a conversation with me face to face. So I cancelled the date.... and seeing as how I was leaping I decided to text M and told him that my plans had changed for the Saturday night and if he wanted to catch up I was available. We had already made plans for the following Saturday 19th Feb anyway.
To cut a long story short... and well this was a month ago now anyway... and lots has happened between then and now....
We caught up, met at Mooloolaba, went to the surf club and had a couple of Corona's, laughed and laughed and laughed some more, about the perils of online dating. Went for a walk on the esplanade, found some where for dinner, and didn't stop talking the entire time. I was completely, and utterly true to ME. was the me that my friends know, and love (or get driven mad by - depends on the day!) I felt confident, and self assured, and wonderful. When we left, I asked if I could give him a hug. I had been gagging for a man hug for months. He is tall .... which I love. And the hug..... sigh... was divine. and left me wanting more. ... so I quickly jumped in my car to leave lol.
which takes me to today. ... We have seen each other every weekend since, text a billion times each day, speak each night, and I'm .... terrified, delighted, overwhelmed, excited, happy, and a billion other emotions that don't have words...
I'm both terrified and exhilerated, standing on a cliff about to leap free fall with a parachute hoping to fuck it opens!! and I can glide...
I guess that's what TRUST. FORGIVE. LET GO really means .....
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