Meeting Mr Gris

It’s our one week Tinderversarry. In that week, we’ve texted every day, often by noon. Actually, when I don’t hear from him by noon, I start to panic. We’ve flown together, played at the driving range, and messaged Sweet Dreams every night but one.

Tonight is actually what was supposed to be our first date. I’m so comfortable with him that I have him come over. I’ve made gougere that are just coming out of the oven when he arrives, and have a bottle of incredible champagne waiting. At this point, I’m really questioning if we have chemistry, If I’m even attracted to him, and him to me. I absolutely love spending time with him and talking to him, and who doesn’t want a boyfriend with an airplane? I think we’ve talked about more than almost any of the other guys that I’ve dated, and it’s awesome. I think I’ve already talked to him more than I used to talk to my ex husband. But we haven’t gotten too personal, which I’m struggling with a bit. I want to know about his kids, his ex wife, what kind of home he has, etc. At this point I don’t even know his last name. That’s always something that I struggle with. When and how do you ask that without seeming like you’re just going to go straight to Google and Linkedin?

I’m just a tad anxious at this point. What’s going to happen tonight? In my mind, nothing sexual. Either because I’m not sure if we’ve got the chemistry, and he’s one of the guys that if we do, I’m going to want things to work out, so I shouldn’t put out...but this is technically our third date. The house and my room are clean, I’m groomed, but nothing is going to happen. Maybe a little makeout sesh fueled by champagne. And that’s what happens. He’s tender. He grabs fists full of my hair in a way that makes me think, maybe he does have a bit of Christian Gray in him...And the way he kisses, has me thinking that he is probably amazing at going downtown, but it’s been so long I can’t remember if I even like oral at this point. Do guys still do that? The last few haven’t.

I have to go into the house to get something, and spot his wallet...without thinking I open it and pull up the first credit card I see to check his name. It’s not the first name that he gave me. W T F. I don’t even look at the last name, for a moment, I’m tripping. Who the fuck is this guy really? I’m also recognizing that after Finance, I’m going to have some trust issues. Maybe he goes by his middle name? I’m surprisingly calm actually. When I go back out, we chat for a bit, before I ask him if that name he has given me is short for something. He says yes, and it’s actually his middle name, his family calls him his first name, but that’s it. Phew. I can live with this. And then I ask him his last name. Now I’ve got all of the information I need to start stalking him online.

We polish off the bottle of champagne in the backyard, and continue chatting about everything from traveling to the latest infectious diseases. I suggest we go inside, and once in, like a true nerd, I’m like, “Wanna see my map of France? In my room…”

I’m still not thinking this is going to go past making out like young teenagers, but with each kiss I’m growing more and more attracted to him. And then before I know it, we’re rounding the bases. Do I stop him? No, something about this feels unquestionably right. There’s a certainty there that I’m not familiar with. I should say, that after Finance, I think I know what I want physically, and Gris is not that definition. He’s maybe five inches taller than me. He’s thin. He doesn’t have hair on his chest. And from the few times that we’ve had our bodies pressed against each other, I haven’t been able to feel his cock, which leads me to believe that he’s got a micro peen.

He’s somehow managed to get all of his and my clothes off without me protesting, at all (another oddity), and he is straight up giving me the best head I ever remember getting. HO LY S H I T. Was not expecting that. I’m making noises like a possessed fairy. When he comes up...he’s a fucking tripod. Like, it’s bigger than him.

We talk for a while after, random stuff, his favorite places to buy baguettes and cheese. He says I must think he’s a snob, but in actuality we’re completely the same, which is wonderful, and scary. Given his age, and the presumption that he was with his wife for at least 14 years (the age of their oldest child), and the fact that he’s only been single for six months (while hinting that he hasn’t gotten laid in a while), he’s probably only been with a few women. Does he need to catch up like I did? Will I be a rebound? I don’t want to be a rebound for him. This guy is looking more and more like an ideal partner. That being said, it’s scary to think about that. And he also talks about us going places together, like, maybe he’s seeing a future for us too. So naturally I get back on Tinder and start messaging with some hot dude almost as soon as he leaves. Which makes me feel like a jerk, and a player.

Gris texts me as soon as he get’s home, both of us exchanging messages that we want to see eachother again soon. And he texts me first thing this morning, which makes me swoon. I’m officially sprung, and I can’t stop thinking about what he did to me last night. I’m wondering if I’m entering my own 50 Shades story, a French Christian Gray. I’m smiling like an idiot today. I haven’t smiled like this for a while. Also, my dormant sex drive is back in full effect. It’s been about two months since the last time I was with Finance, and the insatiable beast is demanding to find out what else Gris is capable of…

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