The first time we met, we ended up kissing at the end of the night, and he got my number. The third time, we had a drink, just us two, which I thought was a date, but that word seemed to freak him out. He said he missed having a group to hang out with, that he only sees people one-on-one nowadays. Like that guy I mentioned before who has the fancy car with the touch screen.
He picks me up from nights out with the heating turned up high and takes me back to his, where we sit by the big marble kitchen island drinking Coronas until one of us makes the first move. The difference is that our relationship feels more equally weighted. I just turn up, have a laugh, have sex, and then in the morning he drives me home way too fast.
I just have so much to give, and I miss having someone to give it to. I used to get this feeling a lot back when I was in college and had still never had a proper boyfriend. I try giving less to him. I just get tired of putting all the effort in, so it happens naturally. One night, he asks if I want to meet him and his mates at the pub.
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