Anyway, he called his parents and told them he was over at the house with me, making sure things were alright, but I was surprised he mentioned me in a way because I had feared they might not like some random stranger traipsing round their pad whilst they are abroad. They seemed fine though. Apparently he has mentioned me before! Sweet really but I suppose you have to keep your folks posted on such things if they have just bought you a house.
We had a little walk in the garden. Its massive terrace just screams for a cocktail party or wedding reception, I have never seen anything like it (owned by a person I know).

We walked back to his place (it was freezing, my butt was soo cold!), kissed a bit, listened to music, watched a DVD, kept kissing all the while, played some piano, then we went to get some Chinese. Actually, before we went things got quite interesting. I love the way he kisses me, he smells nice and I got really turned on. So did he, he actually had a small stain of pre-cum on his beige trousers... But I didn't say anything. I think he noticed though because he disappeared to the bathroom for a while and must have dried it there, because it had gone when he came back. Very naughty, sexy and horny. Weird, this, when you've not had sex with someone yet. He seems a bit unable to relax unless he's had a drink...mmm... He was stroking my breasts a bit and I didn't want it to stop, the kissing was wonderful but we had to go get some food.
Takeaway, as the restaurant was all booked up due to the Chinese New Year celebrations.
After dinner we sang some songs on the Karaoke machine- soo much fun! then we were back on the sofa and put on another DVD. I'd had a couple of glasses of wine by then and didn't want to get too drunk, but he just kept on pouring himself more wine...
At one point, not long into the film, things got very heated between us, we had a brief discussion whether we should just pause the DVD (I was in favour of this)- I wish we had!

When the film finished I realised how pissed he was. He said he wasn't, which freaked me out even more. After all he is the host and invited me to spend the night, so he should be making sure I felt comfortable.
I sat on the floor by the fire, unsure what to do- his eyes had become glassy and I didn't fancy kissing him anymore, I was sober and felt on a completely different plane to him...
He came back in and tried to get back to where we had left off before, but the moment was gone. I knew I wouldn't feel comfortable going to sleep next to a drunk virtual stranger, in a detached house... I don't trust drunk people. Hell, I don't trust myself when I am drunk!
Most decisions I have later regretted were made when I was drunk. I have only ever cheated when alcohol was involved. I have never had a blackout however. I know I behave outrageously when I am pissed, I dance on tables, steal champagne glasses, pull random strangers, drink any old drink standing around... Not nice!
We'd actually had a conversation about drinking before, and I got the impression he likes drinking himself into oblivion. I mean a lot of English (public school) boys do that (Posh boy, the Bastard...), but this kind of behaviour worries me now and I don't want to deal with it in a committed relationship.

Hmmm, so the evening took a bit of an uncomfortable turn. I thought of the worst-case scenario. It was after midnight, there is no public transport to speak of, I was miles from home in a detached house which was locked from the inside.
The guy's a rugby player. He had asked me to stay over and got drunk. I was worried, and suggested I sleep in the spare room. You never know. I don't trust myself when I am horny, and I knew going to sleep next to an intoxicated guy wasn't a good idea.
He insisted he only wanted to cuddle- that wasn't even my issue, I told him the next morning I have slept with drunk guys before, but I don't intend doing it again.

I felt rude telling him I wouldn't share his bed, but it would have felt like too much of a compromise. I remembered how manipulated I'd felt when Posh boy had seduced me in Scotland, I had no plans to even stay at his hotel and went to sleep in my clothes, yet in the morning he had me anyway because I got horny... Not good.

I felt myself slipping towards an anxiety attack, sat down on the bed in the spare room and cried.
There was no lock on the door, so I locked myself in the bathroom for a while, until I stopped hyperventilating. I sent a few texts to friends (I mean nobody knew where exactly I was), then washed my face and went to bed in his T-Shirt. I wedged the hoover under the door handle, I really was that freaked out by the change in him and really wanted to avoid any ugly confrontations.

In the morning my alarm woke me up before him, and he kissed me hello when I came out of the bathroom.
He whistled in the kitchen, the silence felt uncomfortable and I was really upset things had taken such a weird turn. I talked to him about it over breakfast, sitting next to him watching early morning TV and munching toast. He seemed to understand.

I am glad I asserted myself, expressed my feelings and didn't end up regretting my decision, although I was extremely sexually frustrated! I get so wet when we kiss, I was looking forward to feeling him inside me and he felt so good on top of me on the sofa, licking my nipples, stroking me and kissing my neck...D Every time I got up to go to the loo, I could feel the juice between my legs and I saw his hard-on quite clearly, making his trousers stick out, as he got up once.

I saw him for a play tonight and made my point again, but although he apologised for making me feel so awkward, I got the impression that getting drunk even if he is on his own is an important part of his life...
He didn't drink tonight and we had a lovely time. I do want to keep seeing him for the moment, the whole package is just too good to not give a chance at least, but I was disappointed when I got home this morning.

I enjoyed his company and we kissed a lot today, but I am definitely glad I am taking my time getting to know him better.

He agreed ("OK") and turned up more or less on time.
They served us a lot of starters (veggies and dips), and a glass of wine for me, then he realised that the vegetarian options were somehow limited and we decided to go elsewhere.
Because he'd not had a drink and the starters were free, I paid for my own wine, but as he'd invited me for dinner I assumed he'd pay for it, especially as he wanted to move to another (fairly pricey) restaurant.

I ordered the swordfish at the waiter's recommendation and he had some sort of quiche with chips, I had a side order of veggies and an orange juice whilst he had water. The waiter actually recognised him, which was funny. He said this happened to him all the time, but I felt a bit awkward talking to him whilst the waiter hung around, I don't know why. I had the impression he was eavesdropping and I didn't like that even though we only discussed fairly neutral subjects.
I really had no idea where this was going, it didn't seem flirty apart from the time when he complimented me on my sexy ear (whilst touching it), and when the bill came he was happy for me to pay half on my card.
Now here is the thing: my food was more expensive than his, and we split it down the middle, but as I'd expected him to pay (after all he'd suggested the "date" and the restaurant) I was still disappointed. On the other hand maybe so was he, because he may have expected me to pay for all my stuff by myself. What an odd compromise!
I usually offer to go dutch on meals, I don't want the guy to think I am cheap, but normally they tell me not to be silly and pay it all themselves. I have to add that we had discussed my (lack of) income, and he must have some cash stashed away from his successful carreer!?

Ah well, this made it somehow less awkward for me to just see him as a potential friend, not lover.
I mean I guess the chemistry was there from his side, I just don't know him well enough to really tell, and he's not my usual type. Also he's nearly 10 years older, which doesn't have to be a disadvantage but the whole conversation felt rather like he was advising me (like an older uncle or friend), so we were on slightly different levels. I appreciate friendships like that but in a partner I would want someone more equal.

He walked me to the tube and said goodbye with a peck on the cheeks- nice not sleazy, then we swapped some texts yesterday.

Well it is early days, but something between us has definitely changed after our latest (third) date.

At first I just went into it expecting to make a new (shorter) friend, then we got on soo well on the first (5 hour) date before Christmas, then we met up again for drinks, dinner, a movie and some conversation with cocktails and cigar but without canoodling in the VIP area of a West End club- and for the third "date" he invited me for Sunday lunch at his house.

I say house, because it was. Not a studio, not a flat, not a terrace, but a fully fledged, detached 4 bedroom house with garden, garage and an MG sports car in it. WHoops...

I mean, I could feel my inner gold digger alarm go off as soon as we rounded the corner into the brand new Wisteria Lane-y cul-de-sac, but this was a boy I had only just met and who was just beginning to grow on me (I wish! ), so how am I meant to distinguish whether I like him for his personality or his pad?

A serious dilemma, until we had an EVEN BETTER time together than the last two times.

The man actually has a Karaoke room (!)- yes, I LOVE singing- a piano in his lounge- which he can play so well I thought he had put on a CD!- a seriously cozy fireplace, leather sofas so new they smell like Ikea, the same taste in films and books as myself, and a talent for cooking!
To say I was a bit overwhelmed is an understatement.

Over dinner and some special wine I had imported, we touched briefly on the subject of his ex (4 years a go, yess!) who went to Africa to be charitable and then shared a bit more than her charity with some bloke she met, and he listened to some of my recent writing.
It wasn't in English and I wonder how much he understood, but he was very encouraging.

Before our late lunch we sang Karaoke- which was fun but his rendition of "With or without you" by U2 brought tears to my eyes as it made me think of a certain time in my life- that song is a favourite of a friend/ex lover of mine who contracted HIV. Rugby boy liked my voice although I felt very hoarse, and I cheered up again when we sang: "Dream" as a duet- sweet!

He played some piano after we ate and as I sat tickling the ivories myself whilst he was in the kitchen briefly, he came back in to join me. I was feeling a bit pissed from the wine by then, and really happy and comfortable around him. He likes talking at least as much as I do, we joked and laughed, he didn't mind me taking the mick a bit and teasing him, and I really enjoyed playing music together.
He came up behind me, and asked if he could kiss me. How sweet!
I can feel myself getting a bit wet and excited as I am remembering this, it was just such a lovely moment and I wanted to get close to him.
He sat down on the piano bench next to me, and we kissed, and hugged and he stroked my back and shoulders and pulled me close. He is a really nice kisser, just right, not too hard not too soft, not too wet, not boring, sucking, nibbling, licking me, just right. Very affectionate, too. We were both oddly relieved after that kiss, and I felt super giddy and happy.
He said, he'd wanted to do that last time.

We went back upstairs ( I still can't get over the fact this boy has a 4 bedroom house for himself whist I don't even have a shared living room!) for some more karaoke, I checked out the books in his study and the swivel chair whilst he played me film soundtracks (guess the movie- I sucked a bit), and kissed me some more.

What I like about him is that despite his lack of a few inches in height, he is well proportined and doesn't have a puny, flimsy body but very nice rugby player shoulders and sexy arms, as well as a face straight out of the "Sienna's Types" scrapbook!

Apparently I look a lot like his favourite movie star, too...

I actually made a point of wearing heels on our second date, just to check if I would feel really awkward. I did, a bit, but his body posture is really confident, he is built like a baby rhino (without the horns) and he didn't seem too put out by the fact he was walking down the street with a 6' woman in green suede boots!

Still, it felt a bit funny kissing someone who was shorter than me, when we were both in our socks in his study. However his technique made up for it and I just felt myself melting in his arms.
I worried what the kids he works with would say if I geve him love bites, so I went easy on his neck...

We snuggled up on the sofa to watch "The Wedding Crashers" on his new flat screen TV with "the-best-£400-I-ever-spent"-surround sound (poor neighbours!- Oh I forgot, it's a detached house!). He'd seen the film before and I was all giggly from the wine, so we got distracted by snoccing each other, but it was LOVELY. My head on his lap, him gazing down at me with those cute blue eyes of his, his blond heir flopping on his forehead...then his hand started stroking my shoulder, my arm, then down my top... until he fondled my nipple, boy was I turned on...I kissed him and enjoyed the sensation of his hand in my bra, but stopped him before it went any further.

We did this little game a few times, and I was sooo tempted to just jump him right there on the virginal leather sofa, or to let myself be dragged upstairs to his bedroom with the en-suite for a good seeing-to...However, sex wasn't on my agenda for that night, and he dropped me off to catch the last train out of Zone-6-ville in his gorgeous MG.
More kissing to say goodbye, I saw that misty look in his eyes and since then it's been texts and calls multiple times every day from a self-confessed phono-phobic!

I know I should just follow everyone's advice and just "go with the flow", "see where it goes", "just shag him" and "don't mess this up", but I need to see first whether:

-I am blinded by superficialities (car, house, job, security, pool table, piano, karaoke machine, rich parents...)
-I can genuinely deal with the fact he lives out in the sticks
-I need to date more people first
-I can commit at all
-I should not be single for a while, properly (concentrating on my work, friends, goals and maybe travel or whatever)
-I can stop seeing him as perfect daddy material and see if we are compatible first
-I would feel comfortable with a man who clearly has more cash than me, without feeling like a hanger-on/user/non-equal or the need to constantly make up for that in other ways, and thus resentful.

Urgh what a sentence...

I might be seeing him tonight, tomorrow it's back to his house again and on Monday I have tickets for a musical for us!

So, we ended the 5-hour date with a hug and a peck on the cheek but I was buzzing inside and he called me as soon as he could.
Over Christmas he stayed in touch via sweet and thoughtful texts, and after Canadoboy he was the first guy I met up with after my return from the holidays.
This time we met up for drinks, followed by a quick dinner and a movie we were both dying to see, then we went to an old regular West End haunt of mine where the friendly door people let us in free. We sat in the VIP on a huge red velvet bed and smoked a "Romeo and Juliet" cigar someone had brought me back from Cuba. And- we chatted again as if there was no tomorrow! We seemed to steer clear of all-too personal or flirty subjects, but I wasn't bored for one second. I really enjoyed his company, although he seemed slightly over-awed by the posh surroundings. I wore heeled suede boots this time (I figured why the hell not, I'm not going to be imprisoned in boring shoes forever), and he seemed like a kid walking next to me. This didn't stop me feel affection fro him though, but he made no attempt to be overtly flirty or to kiss me, which was a bit of a relief actually.
I wasn't nearly drunk or interested in him enough to know if I wanted that to happen. I would rather just take my time getting to know him, so I don't end up in yet another dead-end relationship.
I still think and wonder about Flyboy, although I seem to have put my obsessive thoughts about the Bastard to rest.

He has invited me over to his for Sunday lunch and a go on the karaoke machine this week, so I am curious to see what will happen. I do not plan to get drunk as I am taking medication, but I am enjoying getting to know him and just seeing where it leads.

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The second shorty is a TV star I met with Samantha before Christmas, when she told me about her still-very-much-alive friendship with the Bastard. This cut me really deeply, and I ended up crying my eyes out to Mr TV, although I had no idea who he was.
Samantha didn't notice my tears and I didn't get Mr TV's number, so I filed it under "yet another weird and random sad night".
When we all stood up because I had run out of patience, Sam had run out of cash and the boys were off to the Agent Provocateur party.
Mr TV stood up, and yes you have guessed it, he was short, too!
This is not to say that I fancied him that much right then, but a tall man automatically makes a girl feel more protected or whatever.
During my sobbing rant we had discovered we know some of the same people, and he happened to mention to me that he would like to get in touch with a mutual acquaintance, but because I didn't have his number I didn't expect to see or hear from him again.
However when I spoke to my friend after Christmas I told him Mr TV was trying to contact him, he must have called him and given him my number in the process because my phone rang just a short while later with Mr TV eager to catch up!

He turned up to a work do I invited him to, which was nice of him, and he also wanted to meet me on Thursday night for drinks.
Unfortunately I got stood up due to a stupid miscommunication (his fault, not mine, boy was I angra for showing up for nothing, but he then called and text me a few times until I could be bothered to return his call), so we are now meeting tomorrow.
I have no idea what he wants from me, but he keeps calling me "darling" and seemed quite touchy feely the other night. Well I guess there's nothing like a female in distress!
Although I am now qite embarrassed about crying to a perfect stranger, I can't turn back the clock and I suppose he will always think I am slightly unstable.
Cheers!