The last text I'd sent Mr Gent said to let me know when he was about 30 minutes from here, as he wasn't sure what time he could make due to being at a work Open Day.
So I was pottering around, tidying up and watching the clock as it was nearing the time we'd roughly arranged, and kept finding new things to do thinking I'd still have at least 30 minutes to have a shower and get dressed as I'd had no text yet.
Running out of ways to rearrange the table, I finally got in the shower and took my time. I also took my time slathering body lotion (by the time I'd finished I smelled like a fruit salad, as all my toiletries are fruit and plant based) and picking clothes and underwear. I even considered stockings but then I thought it'd be overkill - the general impression I wanted to give was that I was completely chilled and not a bit concerned about this date; so socks it was!
I heard my mobile bleep and thought, ok, 30 minutes from now, and still in my bathrobe I went to mop the bathroom floor and re-arrange the towels and bottles and stuff.
Less than 5 minutes later the door buzzer went, and about a nanosecond after that I was hopping around on one foot, pulling knickers, socks and jeans up with one hand while tying my bra, putting a t-shirt on and smoothing my hair with the other. Good job I don't wear make-up!
Thankfully I live on the 4th floor, so by the time he got to my door I was a smiling picture of calm and relaxation :)
I made him tea and after debating what film we wanted to see we both went back out to pick up pizzas to go with it, stopping at Sainsbury's on the way back for this: www.gupuds.com/our-puds/
- 300 calories per serving, if we keep dating we'll have to review our menus!
The film was Heartbreaker, a French movie with subtitles. Luckily the plot was fairly simple 'cos I couldn't read a lot of the subtitles as they were white on white or very light background - someone should tell whoever does these things that it helps if there is some contrast!
Anyway, Mr Gent stayed the night and this time I didn't pull down the sofa.
I don't know about you ladies, but losing the weight I lost, which is a considerable amount, left its marks. Specifically, flappy tummy, arms and boobs. The tummy and arms I'm working on, but I'm still way off the target. As for my boobs, they should never come out of a bra. Seriously. I mean, we all know what it's like, right? I see it every time I get dressed. The sagging skin here, the flappy bit there, wrinkles everywhere. And we all know how to temporarily fix that. You either wear something to cover it up, or you pose in such a way that the skin is naturally lifted (and of course you practice the pose so much that eventually it actually looks natural). Or you make sure that the light catches the right bits and hides the wrong ones.
Except that's a bit hard to do when you're somehow... how can I put it... exposed. So there I was, with my clothes off in front of a bloke for the first time since the weight loss, way past the snogging point, stopping things every time I caught a glimpse of myself to move this way or that, ostensibly 'cos, you know, I pulled a muscle the other day and it hurts, but really 'cos I've got to find the right light, the right pose or pull the sheets up 'cos errr... I'm a bit cold!
Funny thing is, I don't think he was even bothered, and we both had a giggle, lol.
We've half arranged to meet next Sunday to go and see a BBC recording. I'm curious to see whether he might remember some prior engagement. Time will tell :)