Chatting to ‘facebook boy’ (who should probably be given a name since we have been chatting endlessly the whole week) has been refreshing. His name is David and if his photos are anything to go by, he’s still as cute as he was in school… I’ve taken Jose’s advice and I’m meeting David for drinks after work on Friday. What to wear, what to say and how to act are the questions plaguing me right now, but I’m trying not to let my mind wander too much because I haven’t done a bit of work.

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It’s Friday and I’m freaking out.

We meet at a bar after work and the minute I see him, I feel light-headed like a school girl about to hold hands with a cute boy. He kisses me on the cheek and we sit down to catch up on the last decade. He’s lost the sweetness and innocence he had at 16. It’s been replaced with an awareness and confidence that I can’t help but find attractive. He smells good, is dressed well and such a gentleman. He makes me feel comfortable and the familiar feeling I have when I look at him makes it so easy to talk to him.

Feeling relieved that it’s going well, we both loosen up and David seems to feel quite at home with his hand on my leg. I would be lying if I said I wanted him to move it, but I start worrying about how to react. I don’t know yet how I want this night to end…

A few cocktails later and we decide to go to a club where some of his friends are. It’s only a few blocks away so we walk. He grabs my hand while we walk and I feel excited and still a bit anxious.

We get to the club and instead of going inside he pulls me aside and says we are meeting one of his friends outside. Before I can think of what we can talk about, my face is in his hands and like the teenagers we were when we met we are kissing in the shadows behind a night club.