The Drooler

First meeting WOW. We connected on so many levels. It was awesome.

We sat in the coffee shop for hours. I felt comfortable enough to let him drive me home and then we sat in my driveway for another couple of hours – just talking. At the end of the date, I got a great hug (that had me tingling all over) and a kiss on the cheek.

Next date we watch movies at his house. We talked through the first film and didn’t even bother with the second one. We’d already drifted from chat to making out. He turned out to be a wonderful kisser so I mentally checked off that item on my ‘BF-must-have’ list. (Do NOT judge me – we all have that list in our heads)

Things were going great until we shifted position.

Now, I was laying on the couch and he was half laying on top/beside me. I looked up at him as see a silly grin on his face. The way his lips curled slightly over his teeth made him look toothless. I was so shocked, that I didn’t see the stream of drool until it was too late.

BULLSEYE, right into my open mouth. EWWWWWWwwwwwww!!

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