Lacestockings

You know those old cliches: ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ and ‘as one door closes, another one opens’.  I never really believed in these proverbs/old wives’ tales, but I’ve started to realise that maybe those old wives were onto something.

You see, when I was moping around after Johnny, I joined a load of societies at university to keep my mind off of things and keep me occupied.  I took up a new hobby of learning a new instrument in an orchestra at university, and consequently, met a load of new people, and made a hell of a lot of new friends.

On the first night, many many weeks ago, I met one of the exec of the group called William (only in my strange mind can I go from his real name to William) who made me feel right at home with everyone and showed me the ropes with my newly acquired instrument (I think I’m up to 4 cliches now…).  He was incredibly sweet and there was definitely something there, he was instantly put into the ‘Possible Boyfriend Material’ category.

So once a night every week we met up for our lessons, and I kind of got the impression he liked me from the poking wars on facebook and catching my eye in band practice.  And I liked him too, but was perhaps lacking the confidence to do anything to confirm my suspicions.

But then the whole Barry thing happened again.  I honestly was unsure about how this was going to turn out, but I still decided not to pursue things with William until I knew for sure what I felt for Barry.  So, of course, him cancelling on me gave me the jump start to stop living in the past and remember why we broke up in the first place.

Que the next band practice:  despite the dilemna that was Barry, I was filled with confidence.  I decided I was an attractive, intelligent and amazing woman, and any man would be lucky to have me!  So, with this in mind, I was determined to make my move on William, even if I’d read the signals wrong, I was going to try.  At band practice he was his usual self, but the poking war had spilled over into real life, causing a massive tickling fight post-practice.  The rest of the band and me and William walked to the pub for some much needed beverages, which was where I’d decided I’d make my move.

Imagine my surprise when we got there, William offered to buy me a drink and then asked me out first!  He asked me out on a date to the cinema later on that week and I was beaming!

Since that night we’ve seen each other five nights and all I can say is WOW.  You know when I said I know I deserve better?  Well, this is what I deserve.  He’s quite possibly the most amazing man I’ve had the luck to meet: intelligent (maths student! He’s cleverer than me!), a musician (they make better lovers apparently), gorgeous, the most amazing kisser ever.  He keeps telling me how he thinks he’s the luckiest man alive because he’s got the most gorgeously clever girlfriend, and calls me beautiful.  He cooks for me and makes me breakfast in bed.

By the way, referring to that last comment, no, we haven’t had sex yet, but we have slept together, hence the breakfast in bed.  We have talked about it and we decided that we both wanted to do things properly, ad wait and make it the best it can be.  Hopefully not setting it up too much, but I have a sneaky suspicion that something this good out of the bedroom is surely going to be just as good in the bedroom.