Oh, robots...that's sounds like a lovely date. Lucky, Lucky you. I'm jealous, mine was rubbish compared to yours! And I feel guilty saying that, but its true. And that's another thing, yours gave you a massive hug...Quirky just walked sttaight in when I opened the door and said 'where's the kitchen?'...no 'hi', no 'you look lovely' no kiss, no hug. :-(
Your date is kind of what I'd hoped would happen with mine...not the staying over as my son was back home later...but the chatting and preparing in the kitchen, etc....not a bloomin' packed lunch out of a tupperware box!
Rose, exactly, I am used to a bit of a giggle, a bit of pillow talk, enjoying hearing my man loving what I am doing...not absolute silence. Sex isn't everything I know but the fact is, it's a big part of any new relationship, and I'm not sure I could handle that all the time. I did mention it at one point (in a tactful, lighthearted way) and he just said 'yeah, I've always been like that, I just internalise it all'. OK, then...
No, he's lived in different places, only recently with his mum.
Oh well...I did say he was quirky, didn't I? He's obviously quirkier than I realised!