Since Type Geek and I didn’t actually discuss anything about us during our sitdown that turned into date with sex, I’m biting my tongue and trying to keep my mind off of him and us as much as possible. Obviously, I need to come back to him for this post, but I am considering the option that perhaps his not talking, is a better sign than if he actually did rationalize and dissect everything. Perhaps his actions and decisions of that night and the following morning, state more about how he feels about me than any discussion could have. Actions speak louder than words, correct?
I believe it is important to allow him the next move. To allow him to digest that after so many no’s, he made the tiny decisions on Tuesday night to change course, rather than having our discussion, rather than initiating our talk, he chose, after we sat for an hour talking around the elephant in the room, to ask me to dinner, then, hours later, after laughter and discussions on his musical career, his design career, and the history of hip hop, he chose to ask me if I would stay the night. He chose to reach over in the night and ask me to snuggle, then he initiated sex. I did not want the later argument that I had ever coerced or tricked him into getting back together. I merely showed up looking stunning, I smiled and flirted with cautious optimism. I was loving and open to whatever might occur. I didn’t assume or expect that we would end up in bed, but I waxed just in case. A smart girl is a prepared girl.
So, what now? I’m waiting to call my newest culinary venture and find out if I am working this evening, and if not, I am signing up for a 30 day trial membership at the local Boston Sports Club and opting to workout my body when my mind is bending me inside and out regarding Type Geek. In 30 days, I may have a newly revived love affair with Type Geek, or not, but I will most certainly have a more fit body. With so many things that I have no control over, this is one that I do.