Meeting DC

I've been texting with DC for weeks. Every day he sends me a text when he wakes up at 5am EST. Knowing that I'm going to wake up to it makes my heart swell. Seriously, it's so romantic to me. It started out as a Tinder match. He was going to be in SF for a week and wanted a tour guide. It turned flirtatious, and then a little deep. We watched eachother's favorite movies, listened to eachother's favorite albums, I found a YouTube video of him that I watched several times a day, and we became more and more convinced that we might actually have the potential to have a relationship. He ends up flying out a day early because of it.

Today is the day. I’m nauseous, like at Trader Joe’s dry heaving in the parking lot, nerves riddled. I can’t wait for my friends to come over for this massive brunch I’ve been working on, I’ve already decided to bail on the class I’d been so excited about attending, and I can’t wait for the brunch to be over so that I can leap into the arms of DC and we can spend the rest of our lives together. Or we’ll crash and burn. He won’t be charming, I won’t look like what he was expecting, we have nothing to talk about, we go separate ways at the end of the day.

I’m so excited/nervous that my friends insist I hit a joint and drink a bottle of champagne with them before I leave. It works for the most part. I end up burning myself on the steam iron getting ready, I blast old school gangster rap the entire way there, it’s a beautiful day. Blue skys and whisps of clouds surround the city. No expectations, no expectations, no expectations...Will he propose on Wednesday? Should I start applying for jobs in DC now? Give notice? Calm the fuck down! Who wants to meet the man of their dreams this soon?? I have a bucket list before that happens. I’ve got over 10 years to make up for!

I pull up to his hotel, his smile...He comes to my door, we kiss, it’s amazing. It’s like Cinderella and the fucking glass slipper. But it’s his mouth and it’s mine and it’s him and it is amazing. It fits, my knees buckle. Oh shit, we are in trouble.

We talk the entire way to Cavallo Point, sneaking glances at each other, smiling like a couple of idiots. The seat they give us overlooking the bay and the Golden Gate is so insanely beautiful. He’s got his arm around me and it’s almost too much. We are literally kissing non stop. We were that couple, and I could care less. I got it. Why wouldn’t you stay off of each other? I’m still so nervous I keep biting my fingers. He’s worried that he’s making me nervous, but it’s more excitement and anticipation than me actually being worried about something. We share the wine, and eventually head back to the hotel. The rest of the night is great, it’s almost everything. We don’t cuddle as much as he’d lead me to believe we would after we're done, but it’s great...but he wants me to leave before he’s done getting ready. I call for the car, and then hang out, mildly confused and offended. I’d picturing staying in bed most of the morning after he left.

Later I get a text from him insisting that we sleep in our own beds that night, that we shouldn’t be having sex, but that everything is great, he’s just trying to have boundaries. WTF???

Monday was dinner at the hottest restaurant in the city. The owner/chef spends the first 10 minutes at our table, and then throughout the dinner several people stop by to “kiss my ass” (according to him). We go for a walk along the Embarcadero. There is definitely less sexually charged energy, but we hold hands the whole time. I’m confused. We go out for more drinks, we talk and flirt for hours, he asks if I want to fuck in the bathroom and I say yes. I didn’t realize he was serious until after we leave. Oops.

I’m home and in my own bed by 11 that night.

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