Sunday Night

I had an amazing weekend. Sunday was the best day that I have had in a while. It is weird how you can know of someone for three years. That is just it we knew of each other. We had classes together, but that was about it. Forwarding to the present day, we click. Sunday would be a great example. We had been texting for awhile. I felt like I got to know him that way. He was the first person to really confuse me. I did not know how he felt. One day I just had to ask. It was eating me a live. I was afraid that he would not feel the same. That was not the case at all. Now getting back to Sunday... It was wonderful we were sitting in his room kind of cuddling, watching Portlandia. Then he turns to me and asks if he could kiss me. That said something to me just then. I mean most men would just for it. He was considerate. Most would have just gone for it. I know he did not want to make it awkward, but he didn't. He made it better. He made me think more highly of him. I mean in a society like ours there is pressure on both people to be more sexual. When in fact you do not have to be. You can just be comfortable. After he kissed me, he asked me out. I was just in awe. He was just so sweet. I couldn't ask for anyone better.