We decided to meet at his place before dinner as then we could meet earlier. When I came to his apartment I knew he’d be sleeping until I called for the door codes so I wasn’t worried when I was a little late. It was a small grey n white cat waiting for me in the stairs and when I opened the door he let the cat in even if it wasn’t his cat, now that is what I call a good sign since I have a cat. Well inside he was acting nervous, dressing and asking me what kind of jacket to wear over his white shirt. He tried several jackets and he was just adorable also complaining on his new hair cut, wanting me to tell him what I thought. I said what I felt, that it was great and that he’s handsome. He told me he wore a shirt for me (he hasn’t had a shirt on before, just sweaters or tshirts.) He then invited me on a glass of white wine and asked where I wanted us to go. We chatted very easily for a while, drinking wine and relaxing. It was a good start on a great evening. I told him that I wanted to invite him (pay at the restaurant) which he profusely denied me the right to and said that would be humiliating. He couldn’t understand why I should be the one paying so I said ok, we’ll share.
Then we went to take the metro to the restaurant since we were both quite hungry. Coming to the restaurant it was a big queue outside (you can’t order tables there) so he suggested that we had another glass of wine on a restaurant nearby. So we sat there outside under the warming lamps having a really exquisite and big glass of white wine each, only problem now was that we’d both had 2 large glasses of wine on empty stomachs and you can imagine how this evening developed from there lol…
So finally seated in “my” restaurant, it’s an Italian one that I love, at Place Marché St. Honoré. I love the area since its several restaurants there and always a lot of happy people. We ordered our food after a long discussion about it being too much choices and he didn’t know what to take. Food eventually came, but by then we also were drinking the third big glass of red wine and we were getting a little drunk to be honest hehe. We had so much fun though, sitting there drinking red wine and eating too much food and just talking about everything. It was a blast. We decided to go home to him after dinner; it was a nice walk to the metro. We stopped to listen to a violinist and he said “so…to do something romantic..” and then he walked standing behind me and held his around my shoulders, pressing me to him while we listened. It was very romantic indeed!
While on our way to him I said that I didn’t need to go with him home just because we spent the night together, and he was asking me “if you want we can meet tomorrow night”. I told him I couldn’t so he asked about next week. I said I would join him this evening as I didn’t know about next week since I’m moving. Then for some reason he mentioned making love (I remind you that we were still in the metro lol) and I said that I’d rather just sleep. He looked at me like he was worried or hurt and I didn’t explain there, so he said he understood. I knew he didn’t but it’s so many unanswered questions now that I didn’t feel bad about it and I had decided before we went out that I wanted to show him that I want to get to know him better, not just the sex part.
I can’t recall so much what we talked about all evening, it was everything from music to our future and how we want life and business to be, but we seriously had fun, it was a good atmosphere. So at his place, all the neighbors having parties and back yard celebrations, for some reason we started talking about smoking weed (I am so inexperienced so I think that this is the name? It’s an herb?) And then he said being a musician he did have some and we decided to smoke. Caroline texted me and when I was to text back, R said; why don’t you call her, so I called and when she asked if we could meet for dinner / have a double date, R said yes. Me likey…
So he prepared the weed and then we smoked. It was hilarious, even if I didn’t feel anything it was just the naughty thing of doing it together and having fun together. Lol. Then he wanted us to get in bed and we lay there telling each other stories and jokes while listening to Louis Armstrong and it was just perfect.
10 hours later, having cuddled all night and laying on his chest in the morning, he said “hi” in Norwegian and then he asked me if I wanted him to make me breakfast. He normally doesn’t eaat breakfast, so that would mean that he would get up, rather early for his record, and make me breakfast because he knew that I always eat it. I love that and especially on a day we’re both severely hung-over! He told me we couldn’t drink that much next time and I whole heartedly agreed. Lol.
While I took a shower and got dressed, he boiled eggs, warmed a baguette, settled the table with what he said “this is all I got” and it was just perfect. He made his own special mint tea that I love and also served some French cookies he said I had to try. They tasted like muffins; needless to say I ate with good appetite. He called his piano playing friend as well, since I said that I wanted to take lessons, and they agreed on a special price for my piano lessons. Yay! Can’t wait to start learning playing!
We chatted a little more and had a great morning. He even played gitar for me. Saying goodbye, he came and held around me then, kissing me on the mouth and we decided to meet during the week next week.
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