the gentleman

Dan and I went out again with his friends on Friday. We saw a movie and then danced at the Mercury. Then we visited their other friend. Before we went, he barbequed some pork ribs. I noticed he gave me a huge piece and took a modest one himself. I shared mine with him and he had one more when one friend didn't show up. I noticed the chivalry of offering me the larger, nicest piece of meat first. What a gentleman.

This morning, too, we came back and there was not more coffee yet. He poured me what was left and waited for the new pot. I notice and appreciate these little things. I am an addict, and I was jonesing. They aren't such small things, really. He is extremely empathetic and thoughtful. I am glad he can treat me like a princess, something I had doubts about. Clearly he's got the treat me like a whore thing down.

Before we went to the friend's house, he said some things that made me a bit nervous. It sounded like an ongoing relationship of possible significance, and I was a bit awkward once we were there. I had told him I try not to be the jealous type. Later he came back and said he was really glad about that. Apparently he had been flirted with at the club. :) He sometimes does come off as more of a ladies' man now than he did at first. Anyway, I did see him kissing his friend at her apartment. I didn't feel much, except to feel awkward like I wanted to stare but shouldn't. So I looked away and asked myself how I feel about it. I still don't know what the message was. He proceeded to keep drinking half-drank beer from her fridge. He was pretty tipsy but he managed to charm me in bed and keep me up to the dawn. I felt confident, and I think as long as he makes me feel confident (like he does) this-all will be fine.

I want to write more but I worry about the TMI issue and lack of privacy. I'll probably end up back on LJ because of that.

Well, he will be working and I will be working, so I am glad we had a few weeks to spend long days together. We'll have to back off a little just due to logistics. I feel calmer, and still just great. I hope I don't get boring. I push my insecure thoughts from my mind, and remember that feeling I had right from the start, "It's okay, it's him."

Last night he kept saying how lucky he is that I am into him. I think we are lucky to have met and found each other. I feel like this was maybe the big thing in my life. I had this past superstition that I came to Seattle for some big reason, a time I needed to be present up here. Maybe that was Burn at Bronson 2008.