About a week of officially being a 'girlfriend' had passed. Joe and I had seen each other for some late night walks a few times and it was late November, which meant it was cold. Very cold. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure why we went for late night walks in such crummy weather. The late nights were a result of us having busy evenings and Joe working the late shift at a restaurant in town. But walks in insanely cold, wintery weather? Clearly, we were crazy.
It was one such night when we were walking. Joe had his hands in his pockets while my mitts kept my hands toasty warm. It was a quieter walk than normal and I could see that Joe was a bit more hesitant to start conversations - something seemed to be on his mind. After a few attempts, we both enjoyed the silent walk around the neighbourhood.
Then, I felt something against my mitt. He had reached over and was holding my hand. Wow!! My *boyfriend* was holding MY hand! !!!!!!!!!!!
If I remember correctly, after a few minutes, I did offer that we rain-check the hand-holding for another time when it wasn't nearly as cold out and he was grateful for the offer and accepted after a few minutes... :) What a cutie!
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Only a couple of weeks had gone by since we had started holding hands. Being a closet-touchy-feely person, it was a fantastic feeling to have your hand held by someone who you care about and who cares about you.
We were both due to a board function on a Thursday evening, and I remember heading over to Joe's to grab a bite to eat beforehand. When we arrived, he had filled his small room with candles and he had me sit on his desk chair while he sat on the edge of his bed. 'Romantic!', I thought. I had only ever seen scenes similar to this on television. As he pulled me closer to the bed (the chair had wheels), it dawned on me what was about to happen. I looked at him and blurted out 'Oh my goodness! You're going to kiss me now, aren't you!? I don't really know how!!!!". Nothing like ruining a romantic moment when you admit to someone that you've never kissed anyone before and have no clue what you're doing and start to panic...just slightly. It was as though he ignored what I said, smiled a little, pulled me (and my chair) a little closer, and gave me a nice, soft kiss on my lips. Bliss!
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