all the tired horses

date number three last night. and it went well, better than the last two. perhpas the alcohol played a factor again though.
we talked a lot more this time, and i learnt about his life, his past and where he wants to go and what he wants to do. he asked me those questions too, but all i could give him were confusing, vague, incomplete answers.
he said i was frustrating. i knew what he meant.
we walked home together in the rain, hand to ourselves. when we said goodbye, he went to kiss me again. this time i didn't stop him, i just watched his face come closer to mine and i felt his lips move against mine. i made no movement whatsoever though.
that's the first time a kiss has made me blush, and I’m sure that even in the rain he could see my cheeks were glowing. he said he understood; he could see that i was one of those good girls who were hard to come across. i laughed hard on the inside, for his choice of words and the irony of it. if only he knew what sort of 'good girl' i am.
i just smiled and looked at the floor. he said he'd like to get to know me better before things started going too fast for me. i wasn't quite sure what he meant. but i just nodded.
date number four will be dinner on saturday evening, which work's out well because anthony's home for tonight and tomorrow morning, but then he's on guard duty from tomorrow night until next friday.
perhaps that will give us time to 'get to now each other better'.
i hope so.