We set Tuesday for dinner.

He picks me up – promptly – he is always prompt – and well dressed – with a beautiful bouquet of flowers for me full of hydrangeas, sunflowers and mint. Smells divine.

He has reservations about an hour later so we chat on the couch and I show him my portfolio of work that I showed over the weekend and we talk. It is nice and comfortable. He is growing on me.

We head to dinner and have a fantastic time – great specialty indian spiced gin and tonic, good curry. Then we head back to my place and have some amazing sex.

He is fantastic and really knows how to make me have amazing orgasms.

We are quite athletic and both end up sweating. We do it more than once during the evening and then there is check out time.

He asks why I don’t let men sleep over. I can’t really explain it except I want to sleep alone and snuggle with kittens.

I really want to sleep next to him and wake up with him but somehow that feels more intimate and serious than just fucking and I am not ready for that yet.