Dating, with a twist of romance and persistence

I'm enjoying the single life. Like most single women, I've had some weird dates and disappointments. Overall though, I enjoy it (for now anyway). I thought I would be bored, sitting in front of the tv and eating my emotions (I still tend to do that, unfortunately), wondering why nobody wants me, then blogging about why nobody wants me. But I got off my ass, joined 2 websites for singles and a website to socially meet people with common interests. Those who know me know that I don't do social. I mean, I get along with most people and will end up having fun, but I'm naturally shy and don't like to be the center of attention.

Most evenings were spent either meeting someone new (which ended up to no good), seeing SG2 over and over, doing activities with friends (old and new) and finding new sports to enjoy. My trip to Italy is in less than 2 months (holy sh*t!) and I'm looking forward to that. I'm surprised I haven't started packing yet (you all know that a woman can take weeks before she can finally decide on a wardrobe!).

I read Daisygirl's post on dating and sex. I agree with her: sex is consumed very rapidly, unfortunately. Where's the courting, the endless flirting, makeout sessions on the couch or at the car, getting to know each other, etc? When I started dating, I wanted all of that and there was no way I would meet a man and have sex with him on the first dates. No offense to those who don't mind, but I'm not looking for something meaningless (even while cheating, I never wanted meaningless sex anyways).

But I'm either incredibly lucky, really naive or a little bit of both, with a twist of romance and persistence! SG2 showed up on our 3rd date with flowers... I know it's nothing to write about, but it was unexpected and I was touched. He cooked for me on my birthday. On our 6th date, we went for a real kiss (yes, 6 dates for a real kiss!). It wasn't earth shattering, but it was great. We were at a train station, standing under a light drizzle. I was feeling cold, so I stepped closer to him and we just kissed while we waited for the train to arrive.

Do I want earth shattering? Perhaps. Who doesn't? Do I need it? No. That kiss wasn't one that said "I want to get my fingers in your panties and then fuck you hard bent over a hotel desk". It was a "I want to kiss you because I like being with you" kinda kiss. And I loved it the way it was. He might have had other thoughts (I might have too!) during the first few dates, but why rush it? He asked me if we were moving too fast, but in my opinion, everything occured naturally.

We have plans for the summer, from barbecuing together to visiting Montreal, meeting his friends and mine, families as well. I am working on some trust issues that I've told him about, and he has been understanding. I'm emotionally available, but guarded. My pessimistic self is telling me there's a disappointment waiting to happen, but my optimistic self is telling me to just breathe and have more faith. The latter usually rises above, thank god for that!

So I have no expectations... only to have a nice summer with my boyfriend and breathe.