Sevag and I first communicated on OK Cupid on Saturday, we had an hour long phone conversation on Sunday, met for a coffee date and kiss on Tuesday, had another hour long phone call on Tuesday night, had a drink and amazing sex on Thursday, he came over late on Friday for an overnight and didn’t leave until noon the next morning.
Sunday night he came over late and didn’t leave until 1am. We did nothing but talk and kiss. It was a pretty magical time. He is passionate and romantic and says such lovely things.
The OK Cupid statistics are proving correct; we see eye to eye on most things. Everything from attitudes on relationships to religion (although that’s our lowest match category) and life in general.
Monday we had lunch together, joking it was perhaps our first official date. He paid, had manners, and was a total gentleman. I stayed in my 3″ work heels to see how I felt. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. He told me again how beautiful I was, and that he could see every man staring at me as I walked by in my red dress.
That night he came over again at 9pm but we both insisted on my being asleep before 11pm. I should really write about the sex with him.
Although he’s not physically as big (height, bulk) as I would ideally prefer, he is muscular and strong and takes control in bed. He has gorgeous long curly dark hair streaked with silver, which is great to hold on to. He gets great sex hair. His face is rugged and handsome and although his eyes are so dark it’s hard to see his pupils, when he smiles his whole face lights up. Watching him go from an intense lustful sex face to that smile is one of my favorite mental images of him.
He jokes that outside the bedroom he knows I’m independent and strong and nobody can boss me around… But in the bedroom he’s the boss. He said this before we’d even discussed it. He’s right, of course. And he says everything (of course) in his delicious gravelly voice.
He rocks a black t-shirt and jeans. There’s just so something so bloody sexy about a man who looks good in that combination.
Yesterday we took a break. He was exhausted and I needed another good nights sleep; I’d been doing pretty well with the helpful reminders from my new Fitbit. The combination of work and Liam schedule has prevented me from being at the gym for the last 10 days. I miss it but know I can return next week.
He calls me “love” and “baby” and tells me constantly he misses me. It’s sweet, but I need to ask him to chill a bit because it’s freaking me out a little – because I have no way to differentiate sheer passionate expression from neediness. My gut jury is still out. I suspect it’s the former but can’t say for sure.
So I will ask. I think he will laugh and tell me not to worry and he’s just expressive.
We were supposed to have dinner and an overnight on Friday but my parents are sick and unlikely to be well enough to take Liam. I told Sevag this and he took it in stride. “It’s okay, Ann, don’t worry.” He said. “Kids always come first.”
There was no petulance or resentment. A good sign. The dinner and overnight will have to wait until Sunday.
We saw each other again on Wednesday night for a few hours. There was no lingering on the couch talking this time; as I got him a drink he came up behind me in the kitchen, put his mouth on the back of my neck and his hand between my legs. I felt his hardness against my ass and delighted at the sound of his buckle coming undone. But he changed his mind about the location and we went upstairs.
After a couple rounds of sweaty sex, laying in each other’s arms, as he discovered more about my body’s responsiveness, he told me I needed a strong man because most men can’t handle my sexuality. When I asked him why he thought that, he got it exactly right.
He says I’ve found the right man.