Posted by Maybue on July 15th, 2009
Me!
Yesterday evening my Blossom called me and asked me if she could come over. Of course I said ‘yes’.
As soon as she got in, sat down and had a drink (yes, I’m a good host), she asked me “So? What’s the deal? Are we an item or not?”
It turned out that she really liked our date, but she felt turned down, because nothing happened afterwards (I just didn’t want to take advantage of her – she thought that was funny and cute). The reason why I had trouble getting in touch with her, was because she really was busy.
So now I’m dating this hot young chick. And yes, she’s a very good lover. (she claims that I’m a good lover too and I believe her. Didn’t get any complaints from anyone so far)
Yay for me!
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Posted by Maybue on July 13th, 2009
So? How did my date go?
Good question. I wish I could give you a straight answer…
Well, actually it went pretty well. We had a great time. The movie was spectacular, but that didn’t matter. We were really close. Whispering to each other, brushing against each other. At a certain point her hand was on my arm. I guess I could interpret that as a good sign.
We went to one of my favourite pubs in town and it happened to be karaoke evening. I didn’t know that and if I had known, I wouldn’t have gone there. I simply don’t do karaoke. When we got there I suggested going some place more quiet, but she insisted we should stay. I of course couldn’t say ‘no’. So we drink a couple of beers and we talk. It’s really fun. We’re getting to know each other better. We talk about all kinds of stuff. Just like me she’s into many things, but isn’t specialised in any of them. So we had a lot to talk about. At some point a couple got up on stage and sings Paradise by the Dashboard Light and we sang along (the beers definitely had something to do with that). After that she pushed me to get on stage with her. We did a popular Dutch song (link).
It felt magical. We were singing for each other. We looked each other in the eyes. After we were done the DJ thanked the lovely couple. The guy knows me of course and knows that I’m into girls. Otherwise he wouldn’t have taken that gamble, I think. It felt nice to be described as “the lovely couple” even though there wasn’t anything official.
Afterwards we talked and drank some more and we got really cosy. Snuggling up to each other. No kisses or anything, just really, really friendly. Then we went home. I offered her to stay over and she accepted. We both got in bed and we slept. I felt a bit disappointed by that, but on the other hand I didn’t want to rush anything.
Next morning we had breakfast together. She complained that she had a hangover, but she also said it was great fun and we should do it more often. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek for goodbyes. The whole glow I had felt the evening before just vanished and I felt disappointed. She seemed a bit cold. Polite and friendly, but cold nevertheless.
I haven’t seen her since. I called her a couple of times, but she seemed to be busy every time I called her. And when I try to see her again, she never seems to have any time. Of course it’s very well possible that she really IS very busy. But I’m definitely insecure enough to believe otherwise. Maybe I did something wrong? I scared her off maybe? She drank too much and she regretted how close she got to me afterwards? Maybe she feels bad about sleeping with me, even though nothing happened?
Which idiot was so happy about the thrill of being in love again? Who was the fool who wanted “this moment of thrilling uncertainty and scary excitement to last just a bit longer”? Can’t have been me, because now I just want to know how she feels about me.
Damnit, I feel like such a teenager…
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Posted by Maybue on July 6th, 2009
This past few days I’ve been dancing through my days and enjoying the incredibly lovely weather (hot hot hot).
Yesterday I was literaly dancing and singing in the rain as a thunderstorm washed all the heat and sweat off.
(a hot shower and some serious toweling off followed of course)
And I just couldn’t get Conjure One’s marvelous song “Center of the Sun” out of my head.
I’m in love again. I’m enjoying the feelings, but I’m also very, very scared. I want this moment of thrilling uncertainty and scary excitement to last just a bit longer… Only just a bit though. I think she loves me too. The jokes she makes. The small flirts and touches.
I met her at a local party of our local holebi (homosexual lesbian bisexual) organisation and I’ve seen her at the club several times since. She’s named after a flower and she reminds me of that flower too. She has a voice that makes me just want to sit and listen. When she laughs, I can’t help but laugh too. It makes me so childishly happy to hear her laugh that I keep trying to make her laugh. She’s about four years younger than I am. I’ve caught her staring at me. I’ve caught myself staring at her. “What are you looking at?” “You.” “Oh?” “Yes.” “Any special reason?” “You happen to be in front of me.” “Ah…” “Also you’re one of the more esthetically pleasing beings in this room.” “Ah… Ok… You look nice yourself too.”
Tomorrow evening we’re going out together, movies. Our first “official date”.
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Posted by Maybue on July 2nd, 2009
Some of my friends decided that I have been moping way too much lately. They have been dragging my asses to pubs and parties to get me to lighten up.
It worked. It feels a bit like college again. Freedom, having fun with friends. No relationship definitely has its advantages as well. Everyone who sometimes feels a longing for the good old party days will probably know what I mean.
My friends always have been very important to me and I know that if anything (work, relationship, natural disasters, monsters) would ever come between me and my friends, then that thing would be in for a nasty bit of trouble. Hell hath no fury like a Maybue on a loyalty rampage. I have been told by friends that they sometimes worry about me, because (at least that’s what they tell me) I have a tendency to take better care about my friends than about myself. I don’t really see the problem here, because my friends take quite good care of me in return as well.
So last weekend we went out with a mixed group of about 18 people (never 18 people at the same time, there were friends joining in and leaving all the time) and since the weather was (and still is) horribly wonderful (meaning that it turns me into a walking headspring of sweat), we spent most of the time hanging around in the park with some yummy drinks like bailey’s, Irish Mist, some nice gins (our town is famous for its gin breweries) and/or on the terraces of, I think, most of the pubs in our town (okay, I’m using a bit of poetic license here, but we really did do quite a bit of terraces).
And of course we ended up with a bet. Don’t get your hopes up, nothing big. The bet was about whether one of the gay guys could succeed in kissing 5 other guys (not from our group) in one hour time. The losers had to stand in line and then flash or moon everyone on the terrace of the pub we were sitting at that time. Four guys and two girls believed that he wouldn’t make it. Three guys (including the guy himself) and two girls (including me) believed that he would. The other two girls and one guy, who were there with us at the time, were chicken and didn’t bet. The guy managed to get his five kisses (nobody ever specified that they had to be French kisses or even on the mouth, so that gave him an advantage), so we got a nice show of five pairs of butt cheeks and two pairs of boobs flashing us from the edge of the street.
I hope the good weather holds on for some time. It makes me sweat like a pig (a really sweaty pig), but I really love the sun and the bright sky. It always manages to cheer me up.
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