We found a table to perch at and moaned about our days. Soon his friend joined us, a friendly and familiar sort of guy who was jokey but clearly a bit nervous. Three hours or so soon passed with drinks before we ventured up the gig venue. It was a mixed crowd with a variety of different acts performing. Mostly covers, older four pieces performing classic Motown tunes.
They were the last band to play, setting up for me, Matts girlfriend, a drunk loser and two others. But, it was a Thursday night at 11pm, it was to be expected. It was a shame because they were brilliant, for a guitarist and mad drummer they had a fantastic sound and they picked original covers with a few of their own in there too. I felt proud and giggled like a lil groupie as I saw him really go for it, to think he taught himself I was really impressed.
It was late when they finished and we shared a train back to his with the other couple. They were so sweet and we all got on rather well as a unit eventhough I was a lil nervous being around his friends.
We get to his house, warm up under the covers to wake the following morning with hangovers and groans.
'We should get up, we've a train to catch at half 11' he said sleepily. Oh, what train could this be, I wondered! We ate breakfast, drank tea, laughed but also got a bit of involved with Jeremey Kyle and then went to St. Pancras where he surprised me with a trip to Canterbury! I felt so, so excited and so charmed, what a wonderfully romantic gesture, I couldn't believe it! He had asked me once before whether I'd been before and I subtly said I'd been once or twice but didn't want to go into the details about Alex and all that. He suggested Herne Bay and soon we were on a bus in that direction, Ahhh all the chickens coming home to roost I smiled to myself. Later of course I did share that I once saw a guy who lived there, but that was all. Eventhough it was raining, it was just lovely! We giggled at my silly umbrella breaking and ate greasy burgers by the sea. After a time we went back to the town where we checked into a hotel he had booked. I was just so excited and happy and just, all the things. It was just brilliant. The room was cosy, warm, clean, comfortable. We collapsed on the bed and snuggled merrily.
'I really like you Phoebe' he said as he stared into my eyes. 'I don't usually talk about my feelings that easily really, and I know I haven't said that before but I feel you should know. I just feel so happy around you and myself, I haven't felt that for a long time' I couldn't believe it. I could have cried. I agreed and we talked lots about each other, a bit about past relationships, well he did anyway. He didnt ask much about my history but to be honest, it didn't matter and it was probably for the best because I feel mines a little more colourful than his. He admitted his last girlfriend, of four years was actually his first. It surprised me a bit because he's so confident in what he's doing! We didn't go into the messier details but we didn't need to. All in good time! I am curious about these things but he just seems very normal about it all.
We booked a table at a lovely Italian place, ate pizza and drank lots of wine. We carried on talking about all these things, conversation is just so easy with him.
We get a bit merry, go back to the hotel and drink whisky where we finally retired to our room where I really had possibly one of the best nights of my life! We indulged in each other fantasies. What joy it was to be alive.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
It hasn't really sunk in properly to be honest. It was just a dream. A wonderful dream. I was happy to hear that he felt the same and we're on the same page. I took a few photos of us together and felt my soul glow and the smile on my face was so real...
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