We met for the first time on a website that will remain nameless. It was an atypical "forum", basically user submitted stories which we commented on. I was part of the "regular hip" commenters and he was a sweet, little newbie. He became close with my best friend from there and was invited to join another group that was on Facebook and TinyChat. That was where I first got really interested in him. Actually the first time I heard his voice, I couldn't help but be extremely attracted to him. I've always had a thing for voices, deep husky ones. His is, still to this day, my favorite one. Not only because it belongs to the one person that can make me happy with just his/her presence, but because it's just the sexiest, most amazing thing in the world.
Anyway, at first it was just flirting and making fun, at least from my side. He is two years younger than me and I have a way more open and sensual personality than him. Socially awkward doesn't begin to describe my poochikins :P But when I decided to watch Doctor Who with the TC group and he was the only one who could join me, our relationship got to a whole other level. We would have so much fun watching the show together, commenting and making fun. We began speaking on Facebook more and more and for the first time I felt calm (I suffer from major depressive disorder). He made me feel relaxed and happy. Just by talking with him, everything got better. At the time I was half-involved with this other guy, online only. He was very clear, though, that he did not want a relationship with me, just cybering. I ended whatever we had when I realized I had fallen for my Tom. We talked for hours every day and most of the nights. We talked about everything. But he still hadn't made a move on me. It got to the point where I thought he just wasn't interested in more than flirting and watching Doctor Who. I spilled my woes to a friend we had in common, the same girl who first brought Tom into the group. She decided to talk with him and made it clear to him that I liked him more than just a friend. He luckily felt the same way, but was too darn shy to do anything about it. At least until he knew that I liked him. Then he finally made the move I was wishing for
A few weeks into it I thought he was growing bored with what we had and didn't want to do anything with me anymore. His answers were short and took a while to come. I was just about to ask him what the hell was wrong and that he could just end it, if he didn't want it anymore, when he wrote that he loved me. A few days after that I asked him if he wanted to make it more official. Sweet but dense guy that he is, I had to write it out clearly. On February 6th 2011 we became an official couple.
We've met three times. First in June. He was so sweet when I arrived at the airport. He had a bouquet of flowers for me, but couldn't meet my eyes or say more than one syllable words. It wasn't until we got to the hotel room that I got him to stop being shy. We were standing on the hotel balcony, looking at the view. I asked him if he was shy and he nodded. He looked so cute and sweet, blushing and smiling but not meeting my eyes. I kissed him on one cheek and asked if he felt less shy. He nodded. I kissed him on the other cheek and asked him the same question. He responded by kissing my cheek. He's still that nice, innocent guy this far into our relationship by the way. I leaned in and we shared our first kiss. I knew and still know that I don't want to kiss anybody else but him. We took a shower together, which ended rather quickly because I was a bit sick from jetlag and got sick in the shower. But sweet boy that he is, he dried me off with a towel and got me to bed. We just laid there and talked for a few hours and then shared our first time together. Every part of that trip was sweet and amazing. The other two times, August in my home country and November/December in his home country have been just as amazing.
When I get my letter of acceptance to the same university he attends, we will live together. I can't wait for my future with him, for everything he can and will give me and for everything I can do and give him. He's my one and only. My amazing Tom.
If you've read this far, congrats :P I just wanted to write our story and reminisce, my friends are getting tired of listening to me ramble on for 11 months straight.
Anyway, at first it was just flirting and making fun, at least from my side. He is two years younger than me and I have a way more open and sensual personality than him. Socially awkward doesn't begin to describe my poochikins :P But when I decided to watch Doctor Who with the TC group and he was the only one who could join me, our relationship got to a whole other level. We would have so much fun watching the show together, commenting and making fun. We began speaking on Facebook more and more and for the first time I felt calm (I suffer from major depressive disorder). He made me feel relaxed and happy. Just by talking with him, everything got better. At the time I was half-involved with this other guy, online only. He was very clear, though, that he did not want a relationship with me, just cybering. I ended whatever we had when I realized I had fallen for my Tom. We talked for hours every day and most of the nights. We talked about everything. But he still hadn't made a move on me. It got to the point where I thought he just wasn't interested in more than flirting and watching Doctor Who. I spilled my woes to a friend we had in common, the same girl who first brought Tom into the group. She decided to talk with him and made it clear to him that I liked him more than just a friend. He luckily felt the same way, but was too darn shy to do anything about it. At least until he knew that I liked him. Then he finally made the move I was wishing for
A few weeks into it I thought he was growing bored with what we had and didn't want to do anything with me anymore. His answers were short and took a while to come. I was just about to ask him what the hell was wrong and that he could just end it, if he didn't want it anymore, when he wrote that he loved me. A few days after that I asked him if he wanted to make it more official. Sweet but dense guy that he is, I had to write it out clearly. On February 6th 2011 we became an official couple.
We've met three times. First in June. He was so sweet when I arrived at the airport. He had a bouquet of flowers for me, but couldn't meet my eyes or say more than one syllable words. It wasn't until we got to the hotel room that I got him to stop being shy. We were standing on the hotel balcony, looking at the view. I asked him if he was shy and he nodded. He looked so cute and sweet, blushing and smiling but not meeting my eyes. I kissed him on one cheek and asked if he felt less shy. He nodded. I kissed him on the other cheek and asked him the same question. He responded by kissing my cheek. He's still that nice, innocent guy this far into our relationship by the way. I leaned in and we shared our first kiss. I knew and still know that I don't want to kiss anybody else but him. We took a shower together, which ended rather quickly because I was a bit sick from jetlag and got sick in the shower. But sweet boy that he is, he dried me off with a towel and got me to bed. We just laid there and talked for a few hours and then shared our first time together. Every part of that trip was sweet and amazing. The other two times, August in my home country and November/December in his home country have been just as amazing.
When I get my letter of acceptance to the same university he attends, we will live together. I can't wait for my future with him, for everything he can and will give me and for everything I can do and give him. He's my one and only. My amazing Tom.
If you've read this far, congrats :P I just wanted to write our story and reminisce, my friends are getting tired of listening to me ramble on for 11 months straight.
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