Someone New.

Someone New.I’ve started talking to someone new. I really quite like him thus far so you know there’s going to be something wrong with him, or he’ll just stop talking to me for what seems to be no good reason at all like so many of the rest have done.

I need to think of a good name for him. Maybe I’ll come to that later. He’s a few inches taller than me (tick), runs a bike accessories shop and has a bike (tick), he’s agreed to give my Papa discount for new bike stuff as apparently they’ve met before (#awkward and tick), is the chattiest man I’ve ever met (slightly annoying but tick), has the best sense of humour (double tick), and is actually super-cute from the pictures I’ve seen so far (massive tick!)

He’s got lovely teeth and a beautiful smile. Plus he’s got plugs, rides a bike and has the cutest eyes I’ve ever seen. And he mocks me. And he calls me Smurf. And I love it.

We’ve been talking for a few days but today, we exchanged phone numbers and since then we have chatted non-stop. He has similar bowel problems to me so he understands the procedures and my issues. Plus he’s been seriously fucked over in similar ways by his exes, as I have by mine.

The conversation flows, it’s easy, it’s nice. He’s pretty shy I think. I laugh a lot when we are talking. We haven’t even met yet and he’s got me giggling like a naughty little school girl. I like this part of things where there’s every chance he might still fuck off so I’m enjoying it while I still can, but at the same time my poor little head gets carried away by all the crazy coincidences and the little things we seem to have in common.

I like him though. I like him like I liked Jock when we first started talking. This isn’t an I-want-to-get-him-into-bed thing like it was with Mr. T. I didn’t stand a chance with Mr. Aries or Mr. Taurus. I get the impression they weren’t really looking for someone like me anyway. But with Jock, I had butterflies. With this guy, I get butterflies. When my phone pings, I rush to it. I can’t not respond. I can’t not read what he has to say. We bounce off each other. He responds to things in a way I don’t expect, and I know I’m doing the same right back to him. This guy… he could be looking for a girl like me. He loves my piercings. He loves my tattoos. He loves my crazy hair. He loves my sense of style. He loves my attitude. He loves my banter. He keeps telling me I’m too good to be true. I guess the same could be said for him.

He stays up late to talk to me, he’s told me really personal things too. We seem to have created this weird bond – two people that have never met face to face but after less than a week, we’re already opening up to each other in a way that I don’t think I’ve done before with a guy I’ve never met… It’s weird but I don’t dislike it. I fancy him, I have great banter with him, why not? What have I got to lose?

I kinda hope he doesn’t fuck off. I kinda hope I’m giving him the same butterflies that he’s giving me. Don’t you love it at this stage where you can get carried away with your own thoughts?


One thought on “Someone New.

  1. The blessing of getting to know someone is that yall are both risking the same thing. Remain positive and vulnerable, see how far your heart gets you without all the doubts. He may leave but you may leave….don’t guard yourself, pushing him away in the process. Allow all the emotions to run wild, ask questions you want to know, challenge him for ask you questions he wants to know. If you like him, see a future without being afraid of your past….

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