It was good from the moment I got there and it set the tone for a two-day date that only got better. Upon meeting I gave her a rose, we simultaneously leaned in for a kiss – her to my lips and me to her cheek. What we ended up with in the fumble was a mutual kiss to the corner of each other’s mouths – but I took that as “permission” for a proper first kiss, which came later that evening after the meal and I practically floated back to the hotel.
Yesterday, we started with a nice long walk in some unexpected good weather. We stopped a few times to sit and talk, take photos, flirt, hold hands, snuggle and kiss some more. We went for lunch and then back to her place for an afternoon of film-watching and takeaway consumption. We got through two films and then had a talk about “the situation”. She said that she still isn’t sure how she feels despite her obvious comfort in how tactile we were being. She likes me, finds me attractive as a person, doesn’t want to give mixed messages and hopes that whatever happens we can keep in touch. I took the cue to suggest taking things slowly, to consider ourselves dating rather than in a relationship and to give it a bit more time. She agreed and we settled in for some innocent kissing and cuddling.
An hour later we were wrapped up in each others arms, naked and panting from the intense orgasms we had just experienced. We didn’t have sex – though that wasn’t for the lack of trying. Nerves on my part led to service failure “down below”. I shall spare you the details but I will say that we improvised quite well and things were very comfortable afterwards exploring each other’s bodies (“that’s an interesting mole”, “how did you get that scar?”, “I don’t like my boobs”, ‘Well I like your boobs!” etc) I did not return to the hotel that night.
We parted today and though we cuddled for a bit after the alarm went off, she seemed a little standoffish later after we got up (She was only a little affectionate as I waited for my departing train. I told her I would miss her and she just muttered “thank you”), though that is probably me over-analysing the fact that neither of us slept properly (no not because of that!) Aside from hugging, she isn’t particularly great with expressing her emotions – which could also mean that she was sad to see me go but couldn’t bring herself to say so.
I found out a few days before our meeting that she was not a virgin – she had indeed slept with her one and only previous boyfriend – something that came as a relief considering my concerns, based on previous experience, about taking things too slowly.
She doesn’t do casual sex yet doesn’t want to consider us in a relationship but doesn’t want either of us to see anybody else. So here I am, slightly not knowing what to make of it all (and I feel a little confused). Maybe it is just me, I don’t consider myself old-fashioned but I can’t ever see myself in bed with somebody I wasn’t crazy about and it certainly seems she is reluctant to call it a “boyfriend girlfriend” situation when to all intents and purposes it is – we have been naked, very intimate and dating exclusively. Is it just me? Or does this sound odd to anybody else that she doesn’t consider this a relationship? Thoughts from women in particular will be appreciated.