Well, this morning was somewhat uneventful, considering I was once more at the Little Shop Of Horrors… my name for the pet store. Devon might disagree: Puppies have very little respect for where they do what they do and Devon… let’s say the sole of his shoe needed attention after he was done with his measurements.
On the way back to the office, he sort of surprised me. Actually, he surprised me a lot.
“Listen…” he said, “you are amazing and us diving into this dating thing has been a blast. Now, I don’t want you to take this wrong, but I’m going to back off a little on the physical. We seem to have skipped some days ahead on things. No regrets, but the physical should follow after, not run first, right?”
We talked about it and he explained he had been wreckless in his past, growing to regret his choices. That first night we laughed our way into and through some… let’s say… sloppy kissing. Nothing obscene and besides that we were relatively tame.
Given the tone of the whole thing, I feel like he’s not wrong in the least. I’m just surprised he brought it up and that I didn’t think to do so.
Point of fact: we were holding hands when he said it and continued to do so after. It’s nice and comfortable, and I’m fine with where we are. And I have no idea where it’s going.
And… I’m fine with that, too.
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