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I slept like a baby last night, not waking up until my alarm went off.  

I checked my phone, and left Mr. Cigar a cheeky answer to the question he asked as i fell asleep with a smile on my face.  


So, "we" are a thing.

Not on full blast, but on the same page.  We aren't friends. :)

Yesterday was a mixed bag of nuts.  Proud of myself for taking care of my feelings, and sad that it could have meant not ever hearing from him again.  And i did NOT reach out as much as i wanted to as the day went by into night.  

It sucked, but i knew it was the best thing for me.  

Last night i was drained, accepting, and brain tired.  I was in bed by 8pm.  As i was falling asleep i heard his text come in.  I debated, do i look or do i complete the fall into sleep?  

I looked.

"Are you happier now?"

My response

"are you?"

and we were off, having an actual conversation about us.  Both of us.

My first, yes......first adult relationship with a man (romantically) that isn't based on sex.  

I know that won't be a problem.  There's so much chemistry in his kiss that honestly, after getting to know each other, if that was it, i could be happy.

But it won't be.



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