Scott kissed me. Finally.
Okay, back to the beginning — He called yesterday while I was out and about, and left a message inviting me over for dinner “and some wine … and maybe a movie or two.” His word choice made me laugh because I could — finally — what he had in mind.
We started in on the wine almost immediately — riesling, he called it the “crack cocaine” of wine, it was just like candy compared to my usual syrahs — and the food arrived somewhere during the second bottle. After dinner — and into the third bottle of wine — he told me he liked my sense of humor, but asked if I used it as a shield. He said it would be nice to see my vulnerable side.
He’s right, of course. But I didn’t know what to say other than that, because, duh, that would have been making myself vulnerable to him (that attempt at humor was intentional, btw) — and when I’m vulnerable, I get hurt.
So we talked some more, then he got up from the couch. I said, “Oh God, are you going to open another bottle?” but he sat down next to me. He said, “You have about five seconds before I kiss you …” and I said, “About damn time.” So he kissed me. Finally.
It was … wow.
We ended up in his bedroom, but didn’t have sex. He asked me to spend the night, sans sex, but I declined. Mark slept over on the third date, and I didn’t want that to happen too soon with Scott.
Okay, y’all know that I’ve been referring to Scott as the “nice” guy. I knew he couldn’t be so well-mannered all of the time, but shit. We were talking about different things, and apparently the man has a fondness for sex in semi-public places — like he’s done it in a changing room. I pretty much stole a line from Paris Hilton and said, “That’s hot.” I didn’t think anyone really did that sort of thing!
He walked to my car about midnight, and we kissed madly on the street. He asked me to call him when I got home, which was sweet. This is the first time in a very long time I’ve had a strong intellectual and physical connection with a man. He told me he wants to be the most romantic man I’ve ever had in my life … maybe I’ll finally get the grand gesture I’ve been waiting 31 years for. ; )
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∗ Posted by Monique on 03.26.2006
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Yay! Ah, being in “new love” is so much fun. Enjoy!
Comment by Valerie - March 26, 2006 10:31 am
WOO HOO!!! That’s hot! (sorry, couldn’t resist saying that)
Glad we both got some….FINALLY!!
Comment by Some Girl - March 26, 2006 11:43 am
I am so happy that it was worth the wait…beginnings are so much fun!
And don’t be intimidated by semi-public places…some times, they really can be well worth the embarrassment…lol.
Have fun with it and be safe…good grief, now I really do sound like a Mom!
Congratulations!
Comment by Izzy - March 26, 2006 4:40 pm
Woohoo!! Finally!
Sounds romantic.
Comment by suki - March 26, 2006 9:16 pm
It took a good month and five dates to get my husband to kiss me when we first started dating… Isn’t the first kiss the best..
Comment by Liz - March 26, 2006 10:21 pm
Sexy!
And yay! You like Syrah!
I don’t feel so alone now.
Good smoochin’!
Comment by Michelle - March 27, 2006 6:36 am
Wow. So the kiss was just Wow. Not “Holy Wow Batman” or “Wowzer Wow”. Just Wow. Well… that’s still pretty hot… which by the way has been used before Paris Hilton was sleazing her way across night vision cameras… so just make sure his cameras are equipped the same and you’ll be set.
-Phantom
Comment by Anonymous - March 27, 2006 8:49 pm
You know what, Phantom? This isn’t “Letters to Penthouse.” You want details, go elsewhere. And here’s a point for you to ponder: Why the hell don’t you have your own blog? Huh? Huh? Huh?
P.S. The kiss was a holy-shit-it’s-been-two-hours-and-we’re-still-making-out? kind of wow.
Comment by Monique - March 27, 2006 11:35 pm
I actually squealed a little bit.
Comment by kim - March 28, 2006 9:41 am
So it was that kind of kiss… so why just the Wow to begin with???
My own blog… of all the things I’ve loved and lost… I think my blog is the one I miss the most…
-The Phantom
Comment by Anonymous - March 28, 2006 6:32 pm