Citygrrrl

It’s funny how something as simple as my boyfriend kissing my forehead upon his return from the restroom at dinner tonight feels like such a big thing.  I think part of it is that I didn’t see him coming and so the kiss was a complete surprise.  It felt like a sweet gift, this simple display of affection.  He’s a physically affectionate guy, and I like that.

Somehow, the sex actually keeps getting better.  It’s probably in large part because I’m getting more accustomed to it and am therefore not sore like I was at first.  My gosh, the last lover I had who was this compatible with me in bed was a drama-filled disaster the rest of the time. To have someone this great in bed, who’s also great when we’re just hanging out cooking a meal, dorking around town, or watching a movie is almost mind-blowing.  And yet, I’m feeling pretty chill about the whole thing. My head is still screwed on reasonably tight. I’m doing all of my normal day-to-day activities without obsessing over him. I’m enjoying getting to know him.  This is me hemming and hawing about what my real feelings about him may actually be turning into.  I am so not going to say it first.