How are you doing today? I just came back from a lovely stay in Brussels and of course I must update you about my encounters with my hot neighbor boy .. A week ago I asked you guys how many times I should post about us, and it was kinda 50/50.
50% said every day and 50% said once a week. I have tried the once a week thing, but honestly, so much can happen in one week that I have decided that I will compromise and post 2/3 updates a week, deal?
So let’s get started. First, I will allow you to take a glass of red wine (or whatever is your fave drink and to get a little snack, trust me, it will make this post so much better :))
Are you back? Okay, let’s do this thing.
Like I told you guys lasts week we ended it so weird… *Click here for the previous post.
We had an amazing night, we talked about our lives while watching beautiful blue sky but somehow this perfect night ended really weird. I felt majorly rejected. -I woke up and I could not believe that it all actually happend. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, or well, having a little nightmare but unfortunately I was up and I realized that everything did happen.
I felt so shitty and as I did not want to run in on him (which I know I will if I leave my house around 8.45AM during the midweek, I decided to go a bit earlier to work. As I left my house I found a note that he had slipped under my door. And now you are wondering what it said right…
I wish I could say that it was a long and romantic love letter where he apologized for his behavior or at least explained it but it was not.
There were just 8 words on it and it was signed with his name.
„Meet me tonight at the roof, 8 PM”
The first thought I had was: „ Are you fucking kidding me, i’m not going, who the hell does he tink he is? Demanding my presence after that weird ass shit that he pulled last night” I was furious. As if I would go. Fuck that shit. I noticed that were yesterday night I was confused about the situation, I woke up feeling angry and the note only made it worse. I went to work, it is a 20 minute walk and I continued to repeat those stupid 8 words in my mind. At some point I was having a full on conversation with myself about how I obviously was not going to meet him up to roof till the point where I noticed that my conversation actually became a bit loud and I got some weird stares of people that did not understand why I was talking to my self. I had to tell myself to focus, regroup and recover and so I did. When I stepped in to my office I put this in my thoughts in my imaginary ‚after work box’ and I focussed on the things I needed to do. I was done around 6.30 PM and I walked back home. This time the walk was quite soothing. My anger had disappeared through out the day and I was kinda curious on what he was about to say. And lets be honest, I did want to know what was going on and he lives directly next to me, so if I would not go and I would run in to him (what will definitely happen soon) than I would create an awkward situation.
When I came home I jumped in the shower and let the warm water was away the last 10% of my anger. If I would have a conversation with him I wanted it to be open and to give it a fair chance. But how I went all out last time when I met him on the rooftop I now just slipped in to some Victoria’s Secret sweatpants and put on a black tanktop. I put my hair in a ponytail. I did my best not to look sexy at all. I did not want to give him the impression that I just do whatever he asks me and always try to look hot for him.
Therefore you can understand my frustration when I went to the roof top, deliberately 15 minutes late and the first thing he said was, wow you look beautiful. Like really? Mission failed.
He again gave me a kiss on my forehead and gave me that deep stare again. Fuck, I really hated his beautiful piercing blue eyes with that yellow spot in his right one. I tried to give him my serious look but since I go to oompa loompa mode whenever he makes eye contact I smiled. I was forcing myself not to smile and had a inner conversation again: „ Come on girl, think of sick puppies, that 3 legged dog you saw, that documentary about poverty”- but nothing worked. He got me.
I did not say anything though, I just stared at him and to my surprise the second thing he said was that he was sorry for last night.
He explained that he saw me differently than the girls me had met in the last few months, that he held me to some kind of higher standard and that it was frustrating for him that someone like me would think less of someone like him.
I could not believe what I was hearing, his openness was mind-blowing. He is so in touch with his feelings, this was totally new for me. I did not say a word. I just looked at him and nodded as he took me on a rollercoasteride throughout his past with girls telling me anything and everything without me asking for it.
Some might consider this weird for 2 people to talk about stuff like this (well, one talker and one listener) after knowing each other for such a little time, but it does not feel like that. From the second we’ve met we both felt a connection and so comfortable around each other that in someway the openness does make sense.
When he was done talking he just looked at me and said that he noticed that I was quite. I said that it was a lot to take in but I was also really touched by what he had shared so I gave him a small kiss on his lips. I was surprised that after my rejection last night that I still went for it, but it was a cute and innocent kiss. No tongue. After my smooch I just continued to stare at him. I felt like I was in some kind of a twilight zone floating through the universe. I noticed how much I enjoyed our conversations and hang out sesh’s. I could have stayed in that moment forever. But since time does fly when you are having fun, or having really deep and intense conversations I did not notice that it was 3 AM. And for someone that has to wake up at 4 AM that is really late. I told him that I should go back to my place and sleep and he said that he would walk me back. I almost made another dumb sarcastic joke but I could stop myself and in stead I said: „ Thank you, that is really sweet of you”. Showing my ‚softer’ side in the beginning is not my strong side but after our talk I thought I could meet him halfway’ish. As he walked me to my door he asked me out on a date. A real date date, like dinner and a restaurant and stuff. Haha. So far we only met at my place, his place or the rooftop but now we would actually go on a date. I said that I would like that but that I would let him know when cause my schedule for the week was really hectic. He said okay but I could see that he did not like my answer. He is so used to having all the power and controle and now it would mean that he would have to wait until I could let him know when I was available. And honestly, I did not even do it to come across hard to get or anything, I honestly did not have a clue where I would find the time for a date this week..
As I said my goodbyes and already was facing him with my back so I could open my door and try to walk inside he grabbed my hips and turned my body around. My heartbeat went from 0 to 1000 in just 1 second. He grabbed my face and kissed me. I instantly felt dizzy, what was happening? I felt all the blood leave my brain and disappearing in to the sky. And this time it was not even a small smooch on the lips. It was a real kiss. Intense, passionate, and yes, a Frenchie. I do not know how long we were kissing in front my door (omg, so high school right, i’m glad I do not live with my parents anymore hahaha) but we stopped when I heard my, well, our old Chinese neighbor coming out of the elevator and making his way to his apartment. It was really awkward. He coughed really hard and when we stopped kissing and looked at him he just said Hi and waved while having a big smile on his face and made his way to his apartment. We both awkwardly waved back.
We both laughed so hard when the old Chinese man was inside his apartment. Maybe it was a sign, that we saw our other neighbor because if he did not came a long, we would have probably kissed till the morning. Not that that is a bad thing, but you know, that can still always happen. He gave me one last small kiss on the lips and slowly pushed me inside.
„Goodnight beautiful, I will see you tomorrow morning’.
I went back inside and slowly but surely I felt the butterflies finding new life in my tummy. I went to bed with the biggest smile on my face and I was trying to figure out when we could have our date.
(while writing this we actually already did have our date..and it was magical confusing, amazing and weird at the same time…but I will keep that story for another time)