The Story of Us (continued)

The Boy ...before he was The Boy.... trained me and helped me prepare for the opening of my store. We worked together a lot and were able to get to know each other better. After a while of harmless flirting and good times at work, we decided to hang out outside of work....where we would finally both be out of our horrible, horrible uniforms and in regular clothes! He had recently moved down to the city and seeing as he not from here and did not go to college here, he did not have many friends located close by and had plenty of free time (yeah for me!) The first time we hung out, it was very friendly and platonic. We had a blast laughing and talking and just hanging out at a nearby park. From the first time I met him, I had such a wonderful feeling about him. From day one, he gave off a vibe that made me feel completely comfortable and able to be 100% myself. We began hanging out more frequently and I was insanely attracted to him. Through our conversations we both learned that we shared similar (but not so similar) pasts with ex's and that really made me realize that it's not always the guys doing the heartbreaking.

One night we were hanging out at his apartment and while I was walking out of one room and he in, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me!! It was one of those kissed that makes you feel like you are in a movie and sends those lightening bolts down your spine. It was awesome to finally have all that tension relieved. I think the both of us had been wanting to do that since we first met!!! Now, the both of us agreed that we were not looking for anything serious to come from this kiss. Being fully aware of each other's history, I think it made sense to both of us not to want to pursue anything serious. We had fun together, we laughed together and we goofed off together. We just thoroughly enjoyed each other's company AND were attracted to each other so why not the physical too right? To be clear as "not serious" as we were, neither one of us were seeing other people lol.

Weeks go by since the kiss and we had been hanging out regularly. Things were great. Neither one of us had any expectations of the situation, so it really left us able to be completely ourselves. I know that my thinking was of the "I'm me and he if he doesn't like it who needs him" kinda way, which I don't really know I would have been so easy going about if I was really worrying about our future. Anyway, we would meet up after work (which did include night shifts as well) and hang out until the wee hours of the morning. He would ask me to stay almost every night and I always was very happy to oblige. Months go by before I realize I haven't slept in my own bed in a long time......wait a minute, did we just get serious?