#1 Crush is getting serious!
Two dates with the #1 crush, one with mones, the other without:
Without:
minimal make up
shorts, tank top, flip flops
already drunk celebrating a small success
I was drinking by myself, getting my hair/nails done, to celebrate when he says he wants to celebrate with me. I wasn’t planning on seeing him, so I warn him that I’m kinda already drunk and do not look cute at all ? I’m not even wearing make up. While waiting for him, my gf texts me that it is a bad idea and I should at least find some lip gloss/mascara at some drug store (LOL). Luckily, I was outside a Sephora and went to town on that bitch.
He notices right away and makes a comment “I was actually looking forward to seeing you in the raw.” We laugh about how it was my gf’s idea if I “ever wanted to see him again.”
It’s been almost 2 months of dating and we only now kiss right when we say hello. I love it.
We walk to the first bar we see and sit down. Neither of us can take our hands off each other. It’s really sexy. I even put on my glasses so he could see what I “normally” look like, and he was ALL about it- didn’t want me to take them off! Anyway, we have a great time sharing stories about our work week. It is really nice getting to vent/share medical stories with someone who can relate but doesn’t know too much so you aren’t worried about saying the “wrong things.” (we are in totally different specialties)
He complains about a new medical resident at his clinic who is sleeping on his couch for a month. I let him know that he is welcome to crash at my house if he ever wants to get away from him for a night and he jokes “moving in huh? Ok kinda fast but I could be down with that” We laugh but this is the THIRD time he has made a joke about living with me.
He finally lets me see HIS place (this whole time we’ve only slept over at mine). I think he was a bit shy/embarrassed bc his place is smaller/messier (people are so conscience about that here). I barely remember it bc we both blacked out by that time. In the morning he wakes me up with the usual cuddling/kissing and I have to leave early for work.
(little did I know, that he kept from me that he had a huge exam to prepare for 2 days later. Because he knew if he told me, I wouldn’t let him come out celebrating with me. He felt it was more important to be with me to make me happy without me feeling guilty about distracting him) GUUUSSSHHHHH!
Date with mones:
1 spray MX 300 wrist
10 mcg p74 (1 spray of 5 mcg on each elbow)
250 ng enone chest
mcg molecule L (7 sprays of 2.5 mcg, around hair, neck line, chest, wherever)
All 6% Neroli except for the mol L which is Vanilla Dream, my new favorite.
Shorts, short tank top, huge necklace, flat sneakers.
semi- huge outdoor music festival.
We were supposed to meet at my house so we could leave a few things at my house (phones!) and we could hide the um.. party favors. Obviously we kiss in the doorway and 5 minutes later of making out the clothes come off. I love how irresistible we find each other!
We both planned on doing mole the whole time and we were really excited to do it together for the first time (not first time experimenting, but just with each other). I personally know how much this party favor makes people open up so I was looking forward to really connecting. I also warn him that I tend to get really sappy with the whole “Thank you for being my friend! I’m so happy you’re in my life” but I promise I will try really hard to keep it cool.
We get to the party, it’s a gorgeous setting, we’re both super happy and it starts to hit us. We dance and dance and dance. He keeps telling me how much fun he is having and how much we both needed this.
While dancing together, this one guy kept circling around us making eyes at me. Finally he walks behind me and grabs my hand, trying to pull me away from my boo. My man takes his cue and holds me closer, mad-dogs the creeper, and we laugh about it. I kinda love that he has had to “claim” me more than once at concerts. It makes me feel like it’s proving to him that I’m desirable and wanted, many guys want me, but I choose him.
A few hours later, it starts winding down for us and we both get mellow FAST, like a light switch on then BAM OFF. So we decide to sit by the skyline under the trees and relax. Here’s where I open up like a fucking drunk hooker on a pool table, except with my heart and my mouth. It pours out of me, story after story, telling him my most personal memories, things that inspire me, what impresses me about him, what I’m scared about the next few years, on and on. Every time I was about to share something else I kinda would stop myself and say “Man! I’m sharing so much, I’ll stop” but he kept insisting that he wanted to hear it. The next day when we were doing a recap on the night, I told him I was embarrassed for sharing so much and he said “Don’t be, I loved hearing your stories but it is going to take me a minute to digest it all”
Compliments from him throughout the night:
“I’m having so much fun with you, it’s almost too much fun because I might want to do this with you all the time”
“You’re so pretty even girls can’t resist you” (a drunk girl kept telling me how pretty I was and how much she wanted to make out with me, too bad she was fugly)
“You’re so popular, you know everyone and they are all so happy to see you” (locals at my neighborhood bar after the event)
“I can tell that you are a strong and fierce woman. I love it”
“It’s rare to meet a girl who is so multi-dimensional. All the girls I’ve met are so plain and boring, all they do is work and go to bars. You are so passionate, you care so much about so many different things. Aaaaaaaaaand you’re really cool and always know what cool things are happening”
“I can see that you would be an awesome nanny/babysitter. You’re a great educator, I’m sure all your kids loved you” (in response to his question, “If money wasn’t an issue, what would you spend your life doing?” I said I’d nanny kids from all over the world so I could experience as many different cultures as possible and make a difference in so many kids lives. He was surprised I didn’t say art so I explained how I never wanted my creativity to be determined by a career, expression had to be completely unaffected by popular opinion, it had to come from within me, and I don’t think you can separate the two when it is your job.
He really wanted to know what my first impression was of him and what about him made me interested. I was honest that I knew I liked him when I told him I was having a bad day, he instantly asked me what was going on, and responded with sincere genuine empathy and tried to make me feel better. I also confessed that I didn’t fully realize the complexity of his character until the 2nd or 3rd date because he did come off as a happy go lucky CA Beach bro. Which he is, but he also has all these other sides to him.
He tells me about this gas leak he had at his clinic and how they all had to evacuate, but he was so disappointed in his colleagues because they left many patients in their exam rooms not assisting them with the evacuation. He was fake hurt that I didn’t read about it in the paper and I wasn’t “worried” about him. It reminded me to tell him to have a “Go bag”, all my friends working on military bases have been drilling into their family’s head how important it is. I asked him what the fuck are we supposed to do because we don’t even have family here. I said how I would run to Central Park and hide because it is big enough to escape most targets (unless it is a target). Then he said “Just keep running- all the way to me.”
UGH! Nothing is sexier than a man wanting to protect his girl.
I pointed out a girl who I thought was “hot” and he disagreed saying she was good looking but not hot. Hot had to be reserved for really high caliber beauty, “you can’t just throw around ‘hot’.” Now I can’t stop thinking about whether he thinks I’m Hot or just kinda good looking!! I’m trying to remember if he ever called me hot and I don’t think he ever has! This is going to drive me crazy!
Out at the bars by my house he tells me how much he loves my neighborhood and how if he had to choose where to live over again he would probably pick an area like mine, but now it is too late to move because he only has 8 more months at this location (me too!).
Something that has been kinda bothering me is that we both have to choose where we are going to spend the next few years in the next few months. Obviously, I’ve been too scared to admit flatly to him that it’s scaring the crap out of me. I just met someone who is perfect for me and we could be separated for years and years. We have loosely asked each other very innocently which programs are offered where and for one of mine he said that they have a program for him there too. That was the first indication that I knew he was stressing about this too. Even though it has always been a casual Q&A. I know he is determined to go back to CA asap, but I don’t think I will have as good of a chance in CA and neither does he. Also, the program in NYC is exponentially better and I already have a good vote from THE PRESIDENT.
This morning while walking the dog and him to the train he confesses that he was originally only going to apply to CA locations but is now considering places in ____ (MY borough!). He says it is just to “be on the safe side.”
I cannot believe that my mission to show him how much fun NYC can be actually worked in such a short time!
Call me crazy, but I totally think he’s applying to spots here because of me.
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PHEW!