Apart from stopping by to tell you about my awesome friend Elinor who ran the London Marathon last weekend it’s all most two full weeks since I blogged with the two parter.
Mr T drunkenly told me he loved me and I had a complete meltdown. Although work has been short staffed still, and I’ve started working towards an exam next month if I’m honest with myself I think I have avoided blogging. Because I’m scared.
Things are really good in the relationship department at the moment. I feel like putting it out there makes it more real, perhaps more embarrassing if the feelings aren’t all that mutual, and well, it makes me a crap man blogger really doesn’t it?! Since I have been hooked on the same chap since before Christmas, it would appear I am just going to wang on about Mr T some more.
I think things started to kick up a notch two weeks ago today actually, Mr T finished for the school holidays and I joined him and two work friends for a burrito and a beer. When I was in bed that evening he called, less drunkenly than usual and we came to the conclusion in a very round about way that he does have feelings for me. It was one of those awkward style teenager conversations, where you blurt things out, and hold your breath for the phone going down or a reply. I went to bed feeling like a weight was lifted. I didn’t feel like I was a crazy bint with all these feelings that no one wanted any more, and I slept pretty well that evening.
That weekend we put our bets for the national on, had breakfast together and in the evening on Saturday T went quiet again. When he eventually came round drunk at 3am, he said he had been trying to avoid coming round, he was going on about not being good enough and me seeing other blokes. He’s so vulnerable when he’s drunk, I guess it’s a reminder maybe guys have hang ups too, it was so cute I just wanted to tuck him up in my bed and keep him there (I know I’m pathetic, this is a crap dating blog).
The next day we were in the pub again, watching football all afternoon, Mr T’s team won so the drinks just kept coming, my favourite part of the day was when he screenshotted our snapchat to keep (N’awww modern… romance?). After 10(ish) pints we made a great drunken decision he should meet the parents and had a Chinese with my mum!I’m sure he didn’t make the best first impression but it’s done now, and he was more coherent than me, there are parts of the conversation I don’t even remember, and chucking up the Chinese is something I’d rather forget! Work the next day was torture 😦
So he met the parents and then headed to London later that week, which is where those of you who follow me on twitter may have stopped by to witness a mini meltdown. I single-handedly convinced myself he was off to see (read, have a massive fuckfest with) the ex. When I read the tweets back they actually are insane. If I was T reading them I would run a mile. There is nothing laid back and easy going about him spending time with me. When he called to check in several times on Thursday night I think he was doing his bit to reassure me even if one of them did wake me up at half 12.
The last 7 days have been pretty fucking great. He made an effort to leave London early to watch me play rugby on Friday night, he was part of the husbands and boyfriends support crew then we had a night out together which was a great success, until I left my ID, purse and dignity in a classy local establishment. We had another super teenage style conversation about making it ‘official’ which has absolutely nothing to do with Facebook, but the long and short of it was I have bagged myself a boyfriend. We both want to be with each other, we agreed to no fucking around, and just being honest if there’s a problem, which sounds fantastic to me.
It’s been very coupleish over the last week, I watched him play football, despite being the only female supporter I felt quite chuffed he had asked me to come when the lads would blatantly take this mick out of it. On Sunday we only left bed for about 2 hours for a maccies and some football, we had a proper lazy day just contend in my stinky sheets I bloody loved it, he smells so good. This week I’ve been off work too so there’s been dog walks and lunches as well as a LOT of messages and smiling.
I sound like such a smug cow, but I’m grinning like there’s a coat hanger stuck in my mouth at the moment… I can only apologise, I know, it’s sickening, but I’m a little bit loved up!!!