Ha.. he is a cheetah now. Well, I guess after 18 months of constant contact nearly, 400 emails between us, all those phonecalls and nights out, especially half a dozen nights out recently before this one, I guess now that he had made some kind of decision, he just went for it?
He was very sweet, very attentive last night, we chatted and laughed until we left at 1.30am (there was a DJ and a lot of rich 30 somethings partying up a storm in the pub when we left, in this beautiful little village by the sea, it was incongruous!). He was very very huggy with me and kissed me alot and looked at me a few times, almost like "aaahhhh"... and brushed my hair off my face. BUT, I was more affectionate with him and got worried I was almost too all over him.
So yes, my head is fried. We need to talk. It was too much too soon really, it quickly escalated and I ended up feeling unsure of myself and of him. This morning was nice, but again I felt unsure of myself and where I stood, so I was pretty quiet. DBing kind of went out the window, I was just this little quiet needy thing!
I love the village he lives in and its a stunning, typical cornish cottage, all flagstone floors and floorboards, exposed brick, wood burner, aga, meadow out the back with lambs in.. the works. He told me his flatmate has bought a house (so he must be moving out I guess).. I started to imagine me and the cat moving in...
