where do I even begin? We worked together for 3 months and yet we haven't spoken together more than 2 times. The first time was about Australia, because he is from there and I had just come back.
The second time was about motorcycles, I specifically remember because that's the evening I decided he's not as boring as he might seem in the office. And then I also quite liked his lack of "sucking up to authority" skills, as one of the very senior guys in our work turned out in the pub and despite everyone else trying to be at their best behaviour (including quickly getting rid of some silly St Patrick's day hats), D. didn't.
He didn't feel the need to appear better or someone else. He didn't feel the need to hide or look serious. I distinctively remember that of him because that was the first time I actually saw him. I opened my eyes and thought.... well, here is a guy that I can respect. Integrity is very attractive. That's when I realised the guy possessing this quality is also very attractive.
Later that night, I also asked him (keep in mind we were all drunk and joking around) to defend me from another guy trying to hit me (again as drunken play, but just irritating). He did so, in a certain, non-aggressive manner. In a self-assertive manner. There was something about it that I liked. A lot of things about it that I liked. He had character and he had a depth of personality that was quite screaming, in your face obvious at all. But I got a sense that there was something more to this guy.
That was all it took. 2 random gestures. After that night, I knew that D. was someone I wanted to know more about, especially that he is so private and so reserved at work.
It took another (much more) drunken night to end up with him, half in a coma (too many vodka shots) at my place. That was the worst night I've had in ages. He was there, with me, all that night. I mostly have no recollection of it at all. I remember feeling like dying. And I remember him stroking me a few times to make me feel better. A woman that drunk cannot possibly be that appealing. If he could be with me at my worst, I knew he could be with me at my best.
And then.... as they say ... the rest is history. However, I will still write about the history, because it's one that I am pleased to write about.
The more I saw of him, the more I liked him. The more I felt I found about D. out of work, which seems 1,000 times more fun than D. at work, the more I realised I want to find out more.
I am still finding out, which is normal, but there is a degree of not giving himself away, not being an open book that D. has..... and this, I can tell you that this interest and curiosity spark is absolutely fantastic for me. He is like a puzzle that I am enjoying figuring out. He's not playing a game, as he is not the type (I also do try to stay away from guys who play games). But yet, because of just how he is... I have yet to figure him out. And loving it.
I am so good at figuring people out. Easily, quickly and swiftly. They won't even know it, yet I can tell you immediately what makes most people tick. Not D.
However, so far ... I can tell you...
He is the most modest guy I know. He is incredibly smart, has so many achievements and has done so many things in his life. Yet, he doesn't hold them as badges of honour. I respect that so much about him. He seems to have a quiet self confidence also to accompany his modesty with.
Quietly confident. Yet... yet... for me to trust and respect a guy... Oh my god.... it requires so much evidence and followed up actions. Yet, D. makes me feel just as silly as I am, without patronising me, but enough for me to know that I am not in charge. He is also not fighting to be in charge, but I just feel that he is.... And that I can rely on him to be and things will be ok. He makes me feel that he is capable enough to take anything on and deliver.
It's an incredible art of subtlety and intelligence. And I just get aroused thinking how good he is. And I'm not even sure if he's aware of it.
I think he sees himself being shy. And he probably is. Introverted. But there's something about him that is stronger and more solid than any other guy I've ever met. I can smell weakness for miles and that is not him. Or he has it so deeply buried in layers that I cannot sniff it yet.
He loves adventure and I Love that about him. He loves doing interesting things and I love that about him.
He is gentle and caring, in the most subtle way. Not in your face, not in a annoying way, like constantly catering for my needs. He is not suffocating, he is not needy. He is not contacting me too much, he is not in my space too much. He has got loads of friends and quite a life outside of me.
He is loving and touching me just enough for me to know that he is there. He is generous and has nice things. He is clean and extremely organised. His flat is the most tidy and organised guy's flat I've ever seen. He lives on his own, which is nice cause we can go to either mine or his whenever we want to. It's nice to have options and I really feel like home in his very tidy flat. It's a treasured feeling to have because I know how guys normally keep their flats....
oh, and did I mention he is very handsome!! I find him so attractive. He has got the most beautiful eyes, he is slim and fit. He takes cares of himself. He eats healthy stuff and I really like how he seems to naturally be so well balanced. Not that size matters, but ... it does! And it makes things easy... I just love his body and how easy he pleases me. He's got the goods, knowledge how to use it and technique to keep me satisfied.
He has a fast car that he only managed to accelerate a few times in London traffic, but I could definitely see he likes speed. I like speed. I like a man who loves to go fast, yet makes me feel safe.
What a ride!
I know nobody is perfect, but so far, D. has been a good surprise. Only time will tell and unravel his imperfections. Let's see what Pandora's box brings.
The second time was about motorcycles, I specifically remember because that's the evening I decided he's not as boring as he might seem in the office. And then I also quite liked his lack of "sucking up to authority" skills, as one of the very senior guys in our work turned out in the pub and despite everyone else trying to be at their best behaviour (including quickly getting rid of some silly St Patrick's day hats), D. didn't.
He didn't feel the need to appear better or someone else. He didn't feel the need to hide or look serious. I distinctively remember that of him because that was the first time I actually saw him. I opened my eyes and thought.... well, here is a guy that I can respect. Integrity is very attractive. That's when I realised the guy possessing this quality is also very attractive.
Later that night, I also asked him (keep in mind we were all drunk and joking around) to defend me from another guy trying to hit me (again as drunken play, but just irritating). He did so, in a certain, non-aggressive manner. In a self-assertive manner. There was something about it that I liked. A lot of things about it that I liked. He had character and he had a depth of personality that was quite screaming, in your face obvious at all. But I got a sense that there was something more to this guy.
That was all it took. 2 random gestures. After that night, I knew that D. was someone I wanted to know more about, especially that he is so private and so reserved at work.
It took another (much more) drunken night to end up with him, half in a coma (too many vodka shots) at my place. That was the worst night I've had in ages. He was there, with me, all that night. I mostly have no recollection of it at all. I remember feeling like dying. And I remember him stroking me a few times to make me feel better. A woman that drunk cannot possibly be that appealing. If he could be with me at my worst, I knew he could be with me at my best.
And then.... as they say ... the rest is history. However, I will still write about the history, because it's one that I am pleased to write about.
The more I saw of him, the more I liked him. The more I felt I found about D. out of work, which seems 1,000 times more fun than D. at work, the more I realised I want to find out more.
I am still finding out, which is normal, but there is a degree of not giving himself away, not being an open book that D. has..... and this, I can tell you that this interest and curiosity spark is absolutely fantastic for me. He is like a puzzle that I am enjoying figuring out. He's not playing a game, as he is not the type (I also do try to stay away from guys who play games). But yet, because of just how he is... I have yet to figure him out. And loving it.
I am so good at figuring people out. Easily, quickly and swiftly. They won't even know it, yet I can tell you immediately what makes most people tick. Not D.
However, so far ... I can tell you...
He is the most modest guy I know. He is incredibly smart, has so many achievements and has done so many things in his life. Yet, he doesn't hold them as badges of honour. I respect that so much about him. He seems to have a quiet self confidence also to accompany his modesty with.
Quietly confident. Yet... yet... for me to trust and respect a guy... Oh my god.... it requires so much evidence and followed up actions. Yet, D. makes me feel just as silly as I am, without patronising me, but enough for me to know that I am not in charge. He is also not fighting to be in charge, but I just feel that he is.... And that I can rely on him to be and things will be ok. He makes me feel that he is capable enough to take anything on and deliver.
It's an incredible art of subtlety and intelligence. And I just get aroused thinking how good he is. And I'm not even sure if he's aware of it.
I think he sees himself being shy. And he probably is. Introverted. But there's something about him that is stronger and more solid than any other guy I've ever met. I can smell weakness for miles and that is not him. Or he has it so deeply buried in layers that I cannot sniff it yet.
He loves adventure and I Love that about him. He loves doing interesting things and I love that about him.
He is gentle and caring, in the most subtle way. Not in your face, not in a annoying way, like constantly catering for my needs. He is not suffocating, he is not needy. He is not contacting me too much, he is not in my space too much. He has got loads of friends and quite a life outside of me.
He is loving and touching me just enough for me to know that he is there. He is generous and has nice things. He is clean and extremely organised. His flat is the most tidy and organised guy's flat I've ever seen. He lives on his own, which is nice cause we can go to either mine or his whenever we want to. It's nice to have options and I really feel like home in his very tidy flat. It's a treasured feeling to have because I know how guys normally keep their flats....
oh, and did I mention he is very handsome!! I find him so attractive. He has got the most beautiful eyes, he is slim and fit. He takes cares of himself. He eats healthy stuff and I really like how he seems to naturally be so well balanced. Not that size matters, but ... it does! And it makes things easy... I just love his body and how easy he pleases me. He's got the goods, knowledge how to use it and technique to keep me satisfied.
He has a fast car that he only managed to accelerate a few times in London traffic, but I could definitely see he likes speed. I like speed. I like a man who loves to go fast, yet makes me feel safe.
What a ride!
I know nobody is perfect, but so far, D. has been a good surprise. Only time will tell and unravel his imperfections. Let's see what Pandora's box brings.
