Cloud Nine

Mood:

Listening to: Glorilla’s Unh Unh

I’m still on cloud nine. Samuel and I had a third date tonight/last night. I worked a super long and grueling shift beforehand. Our date was supposed to be at a bar, with people and loud noises and stimulation. Literally within the hour we were supposed to meet up, I asked him if he wouldn’t mind changing it up considering the day that I had had in the special owner’s room to which he agreed very easily, he truly didn’t care. I got ready outside of my car in the vineyard parking lot and excitedly headed to his house. He drove us to Chipotle (my request) in his really sexy truck where I was happy to pay for us after he paid on the first date. He left his wallet in the truck by accident so I was literally so happy to step in. Anyway, we watched an episode of True Blood which is a crazy Vampire show while we ate. It was so comforting because that’s all I wanted to do: eat a nice dinner with his man with a good show on. Then he kicked my ass at Mario Kart after I talked a big game. Then the sexy stuff happened. It was really amazing. We have a lot of similarities being so close in age. We both have the same taste in music (except for my obsession with female hip-hop artists and dubstep) and pop culture references. I hope he likes me just as much as I like him. Only time will tell. Let’s just say I didn’t need to take my clothes off (or my boots) for him to get to know me… and my kitty.

I swear, the universe tapped Mark on the shoulder and was like, “hey, she’s totally moving on, you should text her like she wanted”. He tried to start multiple conversations with me but I’m just not giving in anymore. It’s all about Viv and some sympathy about his drama but that’s about it; he lost access to me. It took ten years to move on after realizing that I deserve so much more and I really think that I found that in Sam. I told him that I paused my Tinder to which he said he turned off notifications and hasn’t look at it since we’ve been chatting. It felt nice to feel some reciprocity. I think I’m just going to delete it. I’m still so afraid that he’s going to ghost me but that’s my insecurity to deal with. I can’t project that onto him. He’s not Mark, he’s an entirely different human. Anyway, Mark literally asked about my days off and if I did anything fun. Like he’s ever really given a fuck before.