20 Hours of Tim
Who is Tim? Why, that'd be Timothy Johnson Murphy... Only the man I think may or may not be my soul mate.
I have been in such a place of warmth, happiness, and total satisfaction being single lately, that I was blindsided by him.
The gods on OKC, sent me some stupid "meet up with this guy in your area" message, and even though I've been shying away from pitting myself out there, I couldn't help myself. When I saw this man, I knew I HAD to meet him.
So, Saturday night at 9:30 pm we met. We clicked. We met at Lily Macs, an Irish bar in downtown, and we talked and had some drinks. I remember sitting at the bar, nervously waiting for him to walk in, but he got there just before me. He came up on my left and approached me smiling all the while. As soon as I saw him, I knew it would be a good night. I don't know what possessed either of us to share the things we did that night. But we shared so many personal things... Never once did he judge me, or vice verses. I felt safe telling him things I could hardly explain after months of being in a relation with Chris.
I let him drive me to my car/parking spot, where we danced around the good bye. I bit my bottom lip and held my breath, and trembling, I went in for a hug. But he didn't turn his head. He stubbornly kept facing me, so my hug instantly became a kiss. One that caught me by surprise, even though I initiated it. His lips are soft and voluminous. I couldn't believe how good he smelled... Like a fresh, sexy knight in shining armor. I slid my fingers behind his ear and touched his chin and face with my hands. He held my face, too, cupping it gently and then more passionately.
What a way to end the night.
he texted me later confessing that he thought I was gorgeous and just needed to know when he could see me again.
Sunday at 6 pm, I headed over, less than 17 hours after leaving him. But hey, can you blame me?
He lives in Newark and so I fearlessly drove to his house to watch a movie. But I'll be honest, that movie was hardly what we were interested in doing.
The first couple hours we spoke all about beliefs and stories. I told him my religious/spiritual backgrounds. He told me his misadventures and family. Did I mention he was a psychology major in college, so this guy knows so much about psychopharmacology and psychiatric disorders.
But he has had first-hand experience, so he isn't so detached or judgmental when I tell Jim about me or my life.
We eventually put on the most amazingly intense, interesting movie-- Mr. Nobody, with Jared Leto. He offered for me to scoot closer, so I snuggled up with my head on his chest. My heart was POUNDING.
I was scared he could hear it.
But as the movie progressed we cuddled more and more. Spooning and watching quietly eventually became too much to handle.He finally kissed my cheek, my side, and I smiled and turned to look at him. He lovingly looked back at me, with that smirk of his. And he pressed his lips into mine.
My hairs all stood up, and my toes curled. I breathed slow and deeply, and grabbed his face and kissed back.
We kissed and touched and then, a lull would pause our kissing. From an inch away from my face he would linger and look deeply into my eyes. He would trace his nose along mine and touch his lip just barely to mine. Then brush my hair off my face and kiss me more.
I told him I was thinking about black birds, the color purple, and jeeps. My mind was racing as we made out, and he could tell. Only, those things I was thinking about were just random little things. All the while, my heart was fluttering. FIREWORKS. Thinking about how perfect and special this whole thing was. I couldn't quite admit to all that, so I said birds.
And jeeps? Lol
He asked me to come cuddle on his bed, but I explained that I didn't want him to get the wrong impression. He didn't care about not having sex, he just wanted to lay in bed with me. And that's what we did. We curled up in his bed, legs entwined, kissing so soft and do hard.
After a while I pushed him down and crawled on top of him. I pressed my hips into his and kissed him with purpose. Never once did he cross my boundaries. As he traced His fingers all over my body, he respected me. He didn't push or pressure sex. He didn't guilt trip me. He simply enjoyed me, and I enjoyed him.
We started laughing about the most random things, and as we stopped kissing. I cuddled him and we started talking about life again.
We wrote a haiku, I wrote the first line, he wrote the second, then the last line we divided by syllables. He's just awful at haiku writing as you can tell hehe:
Time is the essence
Better make the best of it
Gordon bender Christ
But let me explain more about this guy. He is 28, he's from London, England. He got his graduate degree and works as a consultant for video games. He is 5'9 and perfect build.
But his face. Oh god, his fucking face. He is 100% the best looking guy I've EVER seen.
Can't even believe my luck.
So at 6 am I finally left.
Could this guy be the one?
I'm trying to tell myself to calm down, he he texted me this haiku this morning:
"Last night was perfect, i just wanted you to know, how much I like you. "
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