I think we will

Well, last night was actually rather incredible.

When I managed to find the place I saw him standing outside in the cold looking in,rubbing his hands trying to keep warm. I couldn't help but grin as I approached, we shared a continental kiss on each cheek and giggled at how this came about once. We went inside, a cool, stripped bare bar which was busy but not overcrowded. It was civilised, people were sitting in groups, talking and smiling, it was a great atmosphere with lovely, moody lighting. It was a fine choice.
We chatted happily and excitedly with our trendy cocktails, I was a little giddy and can't remember what I was on about, but it was enough to make him laugh and we soon found a couple of places to sit and we talked about our days, TV, family, all sorts of different things. I liked him instantly, he has a face that makes you feel cosy and welcome, eyes that always looked into mine and was quick witted, conversational. We were going to have another but realised the time, where we should have been at the resturant. A lovely tapas place which was busy with tables full of celebrating friends and groups all enjoying what looked to be amazing food. They had muddled up our table somewhere so we sat and waited for one to become free but it didn't matter, it was nice to carry on talking and sharing more drinks. We were sat, soon ordered, and talked the entire time. We talked about the site, first dates, my crazy experiences, food and work. I just felt completely at ease and natural around him, like I trusted him straight away. I was aware of how dangerous this felt, but I was just enjoying the moment, giggling and sharing dessert. We went for another cocktail at a really swanky club, I loved being there, everyone was so cool, smart, well dressed, it had a dark, smokey sort of ambiance without being dingy. By this point I was rather merry, and he was too. We found a little corner with chairs and we sat and talked more, and soon we shared a kiss. I was a little apprehensive because it could have just felt generally wrong, it might not have set off the tingles but it certainly did. He was very, very good. And then we couldn't stop! He agreed that it wasn't the sort of thing he'd usually do, but just go with the flow which I liked.
He came back to mine, yeah, he probably shouldn't have done, but I don't know, it just felt right. It had built up to the moment nicely, I was curious and so was he. It was a fantastic night, we spooned and cuddled and as clingy as it sounds, I just didn't want him to leave this morning. It all just felt natural, him being here next to me, I didn't wake up with any feelings of regret or 'ohhhh dear' I smiled because he was there. And of course, he could be a fantastic liar and never contact me again, but at this moment in time, I don't mind! Because it was just a thoroughly enjoyable evening and i'd rather have had it but it be fleeting, than to have never experienced it at all.
He has texted me since to say that he had got home and was on his way to work and that he had a lovely time. I hope we do see each other again, I think we will...