I’m new to liking a man that has kids so it was nice that he was in no hurry to have me meet them. I needed to see if I liked this guy enough to take on whatever dating someone with kids looks like. But that being said, it gave us Sunday nights and week nights to hang out. Not great but you make things work. It was for sure an adjustment for me, considering I had spent every night of the past three years in my bed by seven pm and asleep by nine. I could have made it a little easier on myself by letting him come to my place some nights but as I have mentioned before, my apartment was ratchet in comparison to his house. So I sucked it up and stayed out past curfew.
Most week nights we spent together were watching the Thunder games and shouting at the TV and making it sound like we could play the game better than the NBA players running up and down the court. Everyone sports fan does that though, right? I have always a knack for giving people nick-names, so I had managed to rename half the team but Daniel kept up with and played along, he came up with a few himself. I appreciated that. The jokes, laughs, innuendo’s and time spent got better and better every time we hung out. Before we knew it we were pretty much unable to watch a basketball game without the other one around.
This particular Sunday night was no different. We joked until the game came on. Once the game was on the jokes were centered around things happening on the court and other conversation was saved to a commercial break. If anyone watched the season before the championship was won knows it was destined to happen and we knew it. I like to think we kinda predicted it. We were glued and engrossed in every game.
When the game ended I stayed around for a little while. Both of still learning each other and being so stupidly flirty and goofy. It was like being a teenager with a crush all over again. Well, I didn’t go through that as a teen but every 90’s teen rom-com I ever watched told me that this was exactly how that felt. The night was winding down and the awkward silences starting showing up. Both of us not wanting to have the fun end but knowing adulting was going to be there tomorrow no matter how bad we didn’t want to leave this bliss bubble.
I start to stand to leave when my he grabbed my hand, pulled me back to the couch. I stumble over fall in the perfect place for him to put his arm around me and pull me in for a kiss goodbye. I went limp. Yes, I went limp. In an attempt to not make things awkward I decided going limp was my best option. What the actual hell is wrong with me?
How Did I Get Here? 