Head Over Flats: Part 2 of 2

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PUMP THE BRAKES!  PUMP THE BRAKES!

That.  Is what I want to say to life right now.  I can hardly keep up!  Orrrr maybe everything is a blur because I am super distracted with this thing:

What a cute thing!

So back to what I was thinking before I left and then I will get to some juicy juicy details of my trip:

With all my flat shoes packed up and less than 24 hours to go, I revisited all of my fears about the situation and tried to lay them to rest.

Fear #1:  There would be no attraction.  I pictured this as the saddest scenario, because I already knew how much I cared about SO and he cared about me.   The thought of one of us not being attracted to the other in person was devastating.

Fear #2: There would be attraction, maybe up to The Lick, so we could have a fun weekend together but not enough attraction that when I left, we could continue all of the amazing, fun, flirting conversations that had been happening.  This was scary because I didn’t want that phase to end… but after a weekend with only moderate attraction, where could we have gone?

Fear #3:  The Play-Doh would be off the charts.  As I said to SO in one of our conversations… “Imagine if we are totally perfect for each other and then I have to leave after four days.  That shit is gonna hurt.”

… I guess I forgot to add “and also be SUPER fucking confusing and hard” to the end of that last one.  Crap.  

I can honestly say, from the moment I saw his Diane Beaver sign by baggage claim, the giant smile on my face never disappeared.

I was fully expecting the first night to be awkward and hesitant– both of us wanting to test out a kiss, but neither of us having the courage.

Uh… nope.  

We only made it through one appetizer and were practically chugging our wine (checkpleasenowpleaseNOW) at the restaurant.  We got to his apartment condo dojo and he planted one within two minutes.  Being attracted to one another was even easier than talking– it just felt natural.  I know it is hard to believe, but there was truly no awkwardness.  I was so nervous about transitioning to being comfortable feeling all sexytime with someone who I met online and in this weird situation, you know?  But it was the most comfortable sex I have ever had.  It was like we would be laughing one minute, being mushy the next, and then being dirty a moment after that.  I never thought that I would have all three of those things so quickly with someone.

I also thought that SO would be (based on his blog) super nervous and unsure of what to do.  

Uh… also nope.  SUPER confident and aggressive and as I told him, “A really good toucher.”  I don’t know why I was so surprised, but I guess it is just another testament to how well we clicked.  The thought of him writing something about how apprehensive he was to kiss me is almost comical.  The levels of instant ease, comfort, and attraction were eerie… nervousness and hesitation would just never happen between us.

There are so many details I want to write here but if I start going into them, I’ll never stop.  But some highlights include:

- When we sat across from each other at a restaurant, we obviously weren’t going to be disgusting and hold hands across the table, so I would kick my sandal off and my foot would get tucked up in his legs.  I don’t know why that is significant to me, but it is.

- It was physically impossible to be apart from him for more than a moment.  Impossible.

- We had perfect days.  Waking up to each other, laying in bed for hours, followed by lunch at restaurants that looked like tree forts, getting a few drinks in the afternoon, strolling around holding hands… I want to puke on myself right now, but IT REALLY WAS that perfect.

- The laughing.  Oh God.  The laughing.

- I just threw up in my trash can.  I’M SORRY WE’RE SO ADORABLE!!  I REALLY AM!!!  

- I promise I will be sarcastic, self-deprecating, and original again at some point.

- Popping into a bookstore so he could pick-up The Missing Piece.  Sooooo SO.  

- Getting beers in the afternoon right after that at a little bar and pointing out our favorite parts of The Missing Piece.

- Eating In-N-Out at a little table while the sun set behind us on my last night.  I wore no makeup and his old baseball tee and licked ketchup off my hand while I told him the story of how Shorty and I met.  It felt like a regular Monday night and the most perfect Monday night all at once, if that makes any sense.

PUKE!

OK, to make up for the vomitworthyness, I’ll give you a brief overview of our other activities Friday through Monday:

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Oh, and I guess I should mention… tomorrow?  You know, not even a full two weeks after I left to go to LA the first time?

I am going back.  

For five more days.

Because I can’t not.

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