I told him last night. We went out to the bar and then went back to his. I should’ve waited until I was “feeling more like myself” to tell him, but I felt like I was ready (this is why I don’t drink). The conversation didn’t go as I had planned. I didn’t give that much detail, which I guess is okay since it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell him anyways, but man was it a weight off my shoulders. I told him we could talk more in the morning, but I assumed he’d just forget about it. I was wrong! When I woke up, he wrapped me in his arms and told me he was curious to learn more sometime. He asked how his “baby girl” was feeling and if I needed anything to drink. He doesn’t use pet names, so that was new.
I don’t know guys, it all feels like a dream right now. I know I shouldn’t have told him after a night out, but my self-control went out the window. It’s been great so far, but I’m not pushing it and I haven’t brought it up again. I’m just going to see what happens and if nothing, then oh well, at least he knows now.