So that whole ‘wait until after the third date before sex’ thing didn’t quite go over as planned. As in, it didn’t happen at all. Faulkner and I had sex. Twice last night and once this morning. It didn’t feel rushed or forced, either.
We watched a movie and ate Thai takeout at his apartment and after the movie ended, the kissing and foreplay began. Then we went into his room and had sex. It wasn’t bad, so don’t worry. Afterwards, I set the alarm on my phone and we went to sleep.
I had trouble sleeping simply because I wasn’t used to the bed or sleeping next to someone. I tossed and turned and woke up every few hours worried that I’d wake up late. Every time I readjusted, so did he. We ended up spooning and as I drifted back into sleep, I thought “I’m the little spoon.” This made me chuckle because it’s been so long since I’ve been the little spoon, and to make myself aware of it in that manner was funny to me. He said “What?” and I made a noise to make it sound like I had been sleeping.
When my alarm went off, we shared a little pillow talk (I covered my mouth with the blanket because morning breath isn’t cute) and then things happened and we had morning sex. I’ve never had morning sex before, so that was a fun adventure.
After that, we took a shower together, which was funny because he dropped the soap, and also because I’m pretty uncomfortable with my body. I don’t like being naked, even when I’m alone. So that too was an interesting experience.
Then we got dressed and he made himself some breakfast. He asked me a few times if I wanted breakfast, but I settled for leftover salad from the Thai takeout. I’m not much of a breakfast eater (it takes me an hour or so after getting up before I feel hungry) but I thought it was cute that he would ask if I wanted anything. He ate a big breakfast, and with each thing he made himself, he asked if I wanted some. Orange juice? No thanks. Egg in a basket? No thanks. Banana? No thanks. He was obviously trying to play the role of the good host, so I settled for a glass of orange juice which seemed to satisfy him a bit.
We talked a little before I had to get going and he asked if I could come over after church. As much as I wanted to say yes, I declined and said I had stuff to do.
What really matters about all of this is that after church, I saw that I had a text message from Ben. It said “I was just thinking about you. Wanted to say hi.”