It all began about 9 years ago. I started a new job and met a guy who I really liked. I used to go home to my flat mate and tell him that I would marry this man. I knew he was married but we got on like a house on fire. The christmas night out was coming up and he had nowhere to stay so I offered him my spare room (and had to very quickly add my name to the list of attendees to the night out!). He started coming round to the house for a cuppa and a chat after work. He told me all about his family and that he was the happiest married man that he knew. I was disappointed but happy for him.
Anyway, he stayed with me the night of the christmas night out. We stayed up most of the night talking but eventually slept on the couch cuddling (I dribbled all over his shoulder - Arghhhh!). He then spent the 3 days that he was meant to be working at my house between christmas and new year. We laughed and joked about and generally really had fun. Every time he had to leave there was that awkward moment at the front door where we really wanted to kiss but just couldn't - we still look back on that and laugh. We then had another night out together in mid-January when we just went to a local pub and did a quiz and then went back to my house. Eventually I said "well I am not sleeping on the couch again so I am going to bed, you can join me if you want". It seemed like a year before he came through but he did. Then I could see him debating on how undressed he should get! He kept his boxers on. When we kissed he said "well that will be that then" so romantic!!!
After he left the next day he phoned me to make sure I was ok and we arranged to see each other again on the Tuesday to discuss what was happening. I had decided to go ahead and see how I felt after 3 months but what was he thinking? More soon.....
Good morning! Welcome to my site. Every now and again I will add a little more of my story and would be chuffed to bits to hear your stories too! At present I am starting to dread Christmas and New Year......
