Getting a boyfriend

So i met Chris for a date. I'd spoken to him on the internet a few times and we said that we'd go out on the Saturday (19 Feb). His profile picture on the internet was very flattering and he looked stunning. I couldn't believe that he'd be interested in me and part of me assumed that we'd just have a nice day out and that would be that. He suggested that we go to the National History Museum rather than the usual go out and get drunk thing. However, I was in bed when he sent that message so I passed out before I could say that I'd like it - and when I woke up it seemed that I'd offended him.
So I sent him a text in the morning saying that I'd love to do that. But there was no response. Now I really thought I'd offended him - that was it, I'd blown it before we'd even started. Eventually at about 4pm I got a text saying that he'd been out drinking with an old friend last night and only just woken up. He said it was probably too late to do the museum so we could just try a film or something. We arranged to meet at 6pm by the gates of Finsbury Park.
I walked over to meet him and couldn't believe how good looking he was. I totally wrote the evening off as going for a film, having a couple of drinks and then leaving it at that 'thanks I had fun and I'll see you around' stage.
We got on the bus to Islington. There was so much traffic that the bus didn't move far at all. Have you ever been sat on a brightly lit bus that's going nowhere, surrounded by strangers with someone you have never met before but are going on a date with? It's horrible. You don't know what to say because you know people are listening.
In the end we got off and walked back to Manor House and got the tube. That was still strange because it was so loud we couldn't hear each other.
We went to see what film was on and there was nothing we wanted to see so we decided to see 'Before The Devil Knows You're Dead' and then bought tickets before going to the pub.
It was only when we got to the pub did things start to relax. We got chatting and actually made each other laugh. Chris went to the bar and I just sat there looking at him thinking how good looking he was. I knew there was no point in me even considering this would go anywhere but maybe we could be friends if I didn't push things too far.
We had a couple of drinks and then went to see the film. It was awful. I wanted to get up and leave after about 10 minutes but Chris seemed to be watching it intently so I didn't want to seem as if I couldn't see something through so I sat there. It was the slowest film ever. And to make it worse, it kept jumping back in time to start the whole, slow and dreary thing again to show it to you from another character's perspective. Not what you want to be seeing on a first date with someone way out of your league.
When it was over I was so relieved to hear that Chris thought it was awful too. At least now we had something to discuss. We went back to the Edward IV and drank out way through quite a few gin and tonics.
As we talked I tried something. I put my foot on his stool. He didn't flinch and after a while put his on mine. We were getting along very well.
When I got up to go to the loo I suddenly found myself with my face next to his. I can't remember who kissed who first (I bet it was me - it would have had to be me) but we were kissing.
Once we started we didn't stop. We were in a naff pub in Islington at 1am on a Sunday morning, surrounded by older gay men who obviously had nobody to be at home for and we were the two hot young things kissing by the bar. Or seen in another light, we were the two drunken young tramps who should have got a room.
But the man that i thought was too good looking for me was kissing me. And we were having lots of fun. And talking about some quite interesting things as well, such as genetics, evolution and authors.
To cut a long story short, we spent the rest of Sunday in bed. It was amazing. We spent the whole day curled around each other and either sleeping or doing whatever else two gay men might do in bed together. At one point, while he was sleeping, I made us fresh coffee and got some almond danishes from the bakery downstairs, then put them on a tray and walked into the bedroom in my pants and with breakfast. It did the trick.
Eventually, Chris left. I felt amazed that he'd even liked me. Even more amazed that we'd ended up in my lovely new bed together (I knew it would be worth getting a decent new bed in the long run).
After that I played reasonably hard to get until Wednesday (all three days of playing hard to get). He suggested that we got a take away and watched some films at mine. He came over at 8.30pm and we got a pizza delivered from his favourite place in Islington called Il Baccio. We got some nice red wine and watched telly. Then a film. Then another film and another film.
We ate the pizza and we drank the wine. We curled up on the sofa and talked and talked and talked.
And there was sex too. A lot of sex.
That was Wednesday 23 January. Chris hasn't really left my flat since then apart from to do his voluntary work on Weds and Thursdays and do the odd shift at Giraffe in Islington. I'm having a lovely time with him. We get on so well and it gives an excuse to cook a lot for him. We've even changed our facebook relationship status to 'In a relationship' and I've met some of his closest friends, who all seem to think I'm lovely.
I've got a boyfriend. And not even just any old boyfriend. I've got a handsome, clever, funny, interesting, educated and slightly silly boyfriend who I feel 100% comfortable with. And best of all, he's from Cheshire too.