The Boy.

Not wanting to get all gushy and stuff, but merely just to document how i'm feeling right now so someday i can look back upon it and remember.

I got a message from a guy on a well known dating site asking if my tattoos on the back of my legs were real, I took a look his profile before deciding whether to reply or not and I thought he looks ok and his profile was a nice read so i replied to be polite, not expecting another reply.
Then a few days later I got another reply and again I replied. Soon enough we found ourselves talking about our mutual love; carbs and sex, as you do.

After a few weeks messaging online, it offered me his number, now I will admit I sat on that number for a week not really know exactly what to do. Before I committed to him having my number I wanted to be sure that I liked what I saw. I asked him for some more picture just so i could double check.....Yeah, so what if I'm a little shallow but the physical attraction is what draws you into someone and then the personality is the colour that fills the outline! If anyone disagrees with that, then your lying!!! Anyway, after seeing his updated pictures I soon thought 'This guy needs my number in his life' and swiftly texting him...

We started off sending random texts for a few days and then one evening he text saying he had just got home (at 22:30) so i thought that the last thing he would want to do is text on a small screen, so I rung him.....we was talking for 2hrs! Then an hour the next night and the next...it was pretty clear that we got on well and i was impressed to find how much we had in common, so when we said about meeting up it already felt natural.
I had a week holiday coming up (for my friends wedding) and we arranged to meet up in London.

It didn't started off how i planned, but it ended perfectly. He was 1hr 1/2 late (but genuinely not his fault as the tubes were down). I sat myself down and read my book texting him all the while when suddenly I pair of legs appeared in front of me and when i looked up it was him, and by god he was gorgeous (better then the pictures!) he greeted me with a hug and smile and he was instantly forgiven. 

We wondered around Spitalfields and he guided me through the markets like a pro gently touching the small of my back, i took that as a sign that he was interested.  So when i was given the opportunity, i returned the gesture.
We went down into this little underground vintage market and it was full of once loved little trinckets.  We found this little shop that had some vintage magazine adverts, hairdryers and a Harry Potter book?!  Hmm, strange.  Anyway, The Boy found an old Brylcream advert that he really liked and decide to purchase it so he could frame it.  I chose that moment to ask him if he was ever called an abbreviation of his name and he said no, so i tested my Italian accent out (he's italian did i mention?) and said his name and i just rememeber his eyes glowing at me and him then kissed me....It was perfect!
He grabbed my hand and with my head rested beautiflly on his shoulder, we walked out of that vintage market grinning from ear to ear.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of shopping, talking, laughing, drinking prosecco, dumplings, more prosecco, kissing, a trip down a dark alley and my favorite part; the banter!  Best date ever! 

And now almost 5 weeks on, its like our first date everytime i see him and for the first time in a long time, i'm taking it slow and getting to him from the inside outside.

Watch this space!

Love, Sassy
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