Thursday went good. We spent five hours chatting and movie watching. He went into detail on the events of the night we drank and about the words I spoke.
I didn't just tell him I love him, I was told I said I was 'in love with' him. He was taken aback and admitted that it made him nervous. Of course I had to immediately tell him that what I said wasn't true and only said it because I was drunk. Truthfully I do love him but I'm not 'in love with' him either.
The moment was awkward and I wanted to run from the room and hide my face. I stayed and we both enjoyed spending time together and agreed to get together again when we can around our busy schedules.
I'm not disappointed in the least about this. It would be interesting to see how our feelings for each other grow. One day at a time is all I'm thinking about right now and there are plenty of hot men to attend to before I find 'the one'.
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Originally posted by lisa
(sorry for not minding my own business...)
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no problem; I'm an open communicator
