It’s official: Jeremy and I are in love! We had the most wonderful, romantic, pleasure-filled, loving, laughing, happy weekend.
We already knew we would have a great time together because we’ve been friends for so long. I was so nervous when I was getting off the train. He picked me up from the station and the moment we got into the car together, I knew it was going to be amazing. He kept grabbing my hand and kissing it, kept turning to kiss me when we were stuck at traffic lights. That night, he took me out to dinner at this wildly romantic Italian restaurant where they had a piano player in the corner. We drank wine and laughed and the only time he let go of my hand across the table was when he was leaning forward to kiss me. We went back to his place (which is a gorgeous 2 bedroom loft condo with an awesome roof deck) and opened a bottle of champagne and, well, ended up in his bedroom, naked. It was the most wonderful, romantic, loving experience I have ever had. Afterwards we took the champagne upstairs to his loft and got stoned, followed by more sex. Then went back downstairs and proceeded to have MORE sex until about 4am. In the morning we woke up embracing each other and yes, had more sex. Then he ran out to get us breakfast, which we ate outside on his roof deck in the sun. He kept telling me how beautiful I am and how happy he was to be there with me. After breakfast we got back into bed and didn’t get out again until about 5pm. Our bodies just seem to crave each other. We can’t get enough. But we had to eat! So we showered and got dressed and he took me to this lovely little piazza in Philly where we ate at the bar of this Spanish tapas place. The food and drinks were not important, only each other. We were sitting at the bar, but our bodies were turned into each other, legs touching, hands clasped. He kept kissing my hands and arms. We’d peck occasionally. Eventually we noticed that several couples around the restaurant were staring at us. Maybe they could tell that we were in love.
After dinner we went back to his place and drank some wine and got stoned. We made love until our bodies simply couldn’t handle any more and fell asleep holding each other. In the morning, we went for a walk around his neighborhood. It was beautiful. Philly is so charming and lovely. We went to Whole Foods and picked up supplies to make pancakes. He turned on some music while I was in the kitchen and in that moment I knew I was in love with him, and want the rest of my life to be exactly like this, with this man. He ran out to get bananas and when he came back he told me that he could hardly stand to be away from me that long, all he kept thinking about was returning home to his girl. We ate a big pancake breakfast out in the sun on the deck. We found our way slowly back to his bed. He told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too! And again, we made love.
He dropped me off at the train station a little before 5pm on Sunday. Leaving him was so bittersweet. We both knew we had to climb out of the blackhole we had been in with each other for the past 3 days, but we didn’t want to leave each other. Everyday that I was there he told me that I am beautiful, that I am everything he’s wanted for so long (almost 10 years!), and that I make him want to be a better man so that he can take care of me and make me happy and make me laugh. We are in love! He’s everything that I’ve been looking for and wanting for so long. He satisfies everything I’ve been hoping to find in a partner, and then some. He is the most amazing man I have ever had in my life, and I am one lucky girl.
