pom so pleased to hear your news. :)
no sleepover for me tonight. this is very fine. nameless hasn't been well, bit of a lingering cold, so i offered to come home, as we're both quite restless sleepers - but offered to stay if he would like me to stay, so i got the second-to-last train and he walked me to the station in the rain with his cold
we curled up, watched a film, goggled about clowns, read each other bits of new scientist. he cooked me pasta and there was no sex. there was, however, the kind of kissing that was more intimate and a damn sight hornier than some of the actual PIV sex i'm been 'treated' to in the past.
we've been seeing each other once a week or so... this isn't enough. he wants to see more of me he wants to go swimming with me.
i might be a bit smitten.
sorry that this is all a bit mememe. it's late and i've walked home from the station in the rain to defrost a pizza and open a bottle of champagne, because although nothing has been said, i feel loved. i promise i will catch up with you all tomorrow, because you are collectively my rock (& roll)