I took the train to his town. He picked me up and took me for coffee. We went home to his place. Ate some food. Smoked some cigarettes(or I did). Cuddled a bit. Had amazing sex. Slept in each others arms. Woke up. Had breakfast. Went for a walk, hand in hand. Kissed godbye. And then I took the train back home. Miss him.
I mean I know that it is only our second date, but there is just something about him. Normally I feel so insecure about myself and hate when men touch me. And I must admit that it still was a bit uncomfortable but not how it used to be. I felt so safe. Also I actually slept that night, which I normally can’t do. So it was pretty amaxing. Looking forward to out third date.
Wish me luck!
All the best