all my love stories begin the same: we spend 36 hours in bed.
but, then, don’t they all? of course, there was something before and it wasn’t, yet, a love story. there’s always the first conversation, the excitement of message swaps and, eventually the first date. a first date that (lately) more often than not turns into something not worth giving a second thought.
and finally, there is something.
something that makes my friends laugh about the face i make while i text. something that makes me text all the time. something that make me smile all the time. i find myself putting together new playlists on spotify. i listen to them while i shower for hours. i buy my salary’s worth of lingerie. i feel beautiful. i forget about my ex’s best friend instagram posts. i dance in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil. i postpone the flight home, twice.
i try not to make plans.
because, of course, the city where i currently live is not the home of any guy that is capable of stealing my thoughts. i got, by now, a fucking phd in long distance flings or relationships and that, for me, became pretty much the norm. but not ideal. and i almost forgot i won’t make plans.
everything was so sudden and is now evolving so fast that i won’t be surprised if it soon fades. for now, though, it’s nothing less than amazing. sleeping with our legs tangled, talking naked for hours, breathing into each other’ skin (for me, the one of the best feelings of being alive) and, god, i missed it, morning sex.
since, for me, the real true intimacy is sleeping, actually sleeping, together and waking up not caring about mine nor his hair, breath, smudged makeup. sex is a physiological need. morning sex is the real deal.
and it turns to afternoon. and it’s dark outside. and we never left the bed.
but, what about him? why this guy? do i even know him enough to like him? it is too soon for such a thing, although not soon enough to be drawn by those eyes, such piercing eyes. and the wide smile. and a respectable nose. plus a familiar face.
then again, aren’t they all exactly like that? brainy tall guys with big personalities. well read, well travelled. someone to talk for hours. a guy who’s a bit kinky. ok, more that a bit.
i find that combination and, bam! i’m smitten.
