The first touch.
I am 45 years and he is 46.
We met at school 25 years ago, studying Interior Design.
I was in a relationship then that wasn't working.
Now, there was this other guy, confident to the point of being almost cocky but also in a strange way somewhat shy.
When I was discussing work with my teacher, he would be staying as the only other student in the class. Waiting for me...
So he waited and I accepted the offer.
Before I knew it he would drive me half way to my home so I didn't have to take the tram.
We clicked.
We talked for hours on the phone.
We clicked some more.
He had a friend in our class he knew from when he was younger.
She had also become my friend.
She and I would pop around his house at random moments. I remember vividly that evening when it was dark out and we climbed over a little fence into his garden to reach the window of his workspace.
Then 1 evening, we stayed over. Funny, unsure how we pulled that off or explained this. For she lived rather close-by and even I could have gotten home had I wanted to. But I didn't.
We went up to his bedroom and there he had a double bed and a mattress on the floor. Who would sleep in bed with him? We tossed a coin and I won, I could take the mattress. No, that wasn't winning to me. So I told her I would "sacrifice" myself and be the 1 to lay with him.
That night, we each lay on our own side of the bed, until I carelessly let a hand or leg or whatever touch his. I was in love.
We met at school 25 years ago, studying Interior Design.
I was in a relationship then that wasn't working.
Now, there was this other guy, confident to the point of being almost cocky but also in a strange way somewhat shy.
When I was discussing work with my teacher, he would be staying as the only other student in the class. Waiting for me...
So he waited and I accepted the offer.
Before I knew it he would drive me half way to my home so I didn't have to take the tram.
We clicked.
We talked for hours on the phone.
We clicked some more.
He had a friend in our class he knew from when he was younger.
She had also become my friend.
She and I would pop around his house at random moments. I remember vividly that evening when it was dark out and we climbed over a little fence into his garden to reach the window of his workspace.
Then 1 evening, we stayed over. Funny, unsure how we pulled that off or explained this. For she lived rather close-by and even I could have gotten home had I wanted to. But I didn't.
We went up to his bedroom and there he had a double bed and a mattress on the floor. Who would sleep in bed with him? We tossed a coin and I won, I could take the mattress. No, that wasn't winning to me. So I told her I would "sacrifice" myself and be the 1 to lay with him.
That night, we each lay on our own side of the bed, until I carelessly let a hand or leg or whatever touch his. I was in love.
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