September 2009

I went to bed after the Twestival with a huge smile on my face because of Buckeyes Boy. Eight hours later, I woke up and found that I was still thinking about him! I hadn't felt this excited about a new guy in a very long time!

I sat down at my laptop to write a blog post about how it felt to selectively come out to people as a relationship and sex blogger for the first time at the Twestival. I also included a paragraph about meeting Buckeyes Boy, our instant connection, and how I felt a bit unsettled about the fact that I gave him the business card with my blog info on it two minutes after meeting him.

After I finished the post, I e-mailed it to Buckeyes Boy. Twenty minutes later, my phone rang, and he was on the other line! [Insert giddy schoolgirl squeal here.] We talked for almost two hours, as we kept getting to know each other.

Me: So…did you have a chance to read the post I sent you?

Buckeyes Boy: Yeah, I really liked it and think you brought up a lot of great points about the double standard when it comes to sex. And, you're right! We all have pasts. At our age, that shouldn't be a big deal.

Me: I totally agree. And, in case you were wondering, the great guy I met last night was you!

Buckeyes Boy: I wasn't sure, but I was hoping that it was.

Me: Did you read anything else?

Buckeyes Boy: A few things, but I didn't spend much time on there. Robitussin! [We start cracking up since that's a line from one of my blow job posts.]

I didn't have any set plans that night, but I didn't want to seem like the dorky girl who was going to stay home and work on her thesis on a Friday night. I decided to risk that, though, since I really wanted to see him!

Me: What are you up to later?

Buckeyes Boy: I don't have anything planned. What are you going to do?

Me: I was just going to have pizza and watch American Gangster. Wanna come over and join me?

Buckeyes Boy: Yeah, I'd like that.

Buckeyes Boy arrived at my place at around 9pm. I felt so happy around him and loved how easily our conversation flowed.

I asked him more about his family and learned that his Mom had passed away when he was 25.

Me: I'm so sorry to hear that. I know how tough that is. My Mom died when I was 24.

To summarize a conversation that lasted over 20 minutes:

Buckeyes Boy: She and I were very close. She was my best friend and my biggest supporter. Things changed a lot after she passed away. [I nod with understanding since my family went through the same thing.] And, I can't imagine that my Mom will never meet my wife…that she'll never know my children.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and gave him a huge hug.

Me: I feel exactly the same way. If you love someone that much, there's never a day that goes by in which you are okay with it. You just try to deal with it as best as you can.

We later talked about what a huge connection it was to have both lost our moms at the same age and to grieve and remember them in the same way. I was caught off guard by that because I have never met a guy who was so emoting and who could empathize with how I feel about having lost my Mom. Buckeyes Boy got it, though! And, because of that, I felt like he could really get me!

After we finished eating, we moved to the couch, and the subject of my blog came up again.

Me: I do kind of regret giving you my blog card. I feel pretty vulnerable that you have my entire relationship history at your disposal!

Buckeyes Boy: Don't worry too much about that! I want to learn about you from you, not through your posts. That's why I didn't read that much today. The only post I read closely was the one about you.

Me: Really? That makes me feel better. As we spend more time with each other, I'm sure I'll share more with you, but I don't want you to know intimate details about my past relationships anymore than I want to know a lot about your ex-girlfriends.

Buckeyes Boy: I understand. And, if I have anything to say about it, I'm going to be the last guy that you blog about. [I break out into a smile from ear-to-ear!]

We had kissed lightly throughout the evening, but then, Buckeyes Boy really kissed me. His kisses were unlike anything I had ever felt before. They were rougher, firmer, and involved a lot of tongue and biting. Before you think his kisses were sloppy or bad, let me clarify…the roughness was hot, the use of a lot of tongue was precise, and the biting got me wet even though his hands weren't anywhere near my jeans. We stayed on the couch making out for a while.

Me: It's getting late and I don't want you to leave. I was wondering if you'd like to spend the night, as long as it's cool if we stick with stuff above the waistline. I want to keep getting to know you before we go there.

Buckeyes Boy: [Laughs.] That would be great. [He kisses me again.]

We never watched a minute of American Gangster. At around 1am, we moved into the bedroom. We ended up staying up until 3am, talking and making out. He respected my rules and didn't even try to get in my pants. (That won him major points!) I felt safe in his arms and fell sound asleep next to him.

He awoke to a message from his sister, asking if he could join her for brunch. Buckeyes Boy and I kissed some more before we got out of bed. We both regretted that he had to leave so early, but we made plans to grab dinner and drinks later. I walked him to his car and even after he drove off, I couldn't stop smiling.

When I got back upstairs, I grabbed some breakfast and picked up the phone to call my girl, Nicole.

Me: I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I met The One!