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Eir -> Once upon a time... (9/26/2006 12:53:30 PM)
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Actually it was only a couple of months ago that I met a man on Collarme... I sent him a silly message I never thought I would get a reply to... I have to admit reading it now I want to bang my head to the wall and write it more properly and not as silly.
But it must have been my cheekyness that made him answer or at least something made him do so... man am I glad!
After a little chat here on the site he and I exchanged msn and phone numbers because I was going to be coming to England for KinkFest but he lives in England.
When I got to England it took me a moment to dare contact him about meeting up but he and I had talked about meeting at the London Munch before attending to KinkFest but I was really shy and almost bailed.
Finally I sent him a message and we decided to catch up, he told me where the munch was helt and I headed there with a couple of Icelandic friends with me, I got rather lost when we got out of the tube station so when I hadn't shown up he decided to call me and see if I was lost... even after getting directions.
He decided to come and find me... when I was finally walking the right way I got a phonecall from him... he told me to stop and turn around... and there he was... I was so really shy at him and I wasn't sure how to react... I introduced my friends and we talked about this and that on the way to the munch.
At the munch he introduced me and my friends to some of his friends along with his girlfriend that I became overly shy with for some reasons.
The five of us chatted for a bit at the munch but then we decided to share a cab to the venue...
I met some other people I had been in contact with there, while chatting to one of them this man that I have been writing about comes upto me from behind me and scratches my back... over my rose... I would like to add that I hate it when people touch me when I don't expect it... actually I just don't like getting touched.
The weird thing is that I knew he was there before I saw him and I knew it was he that did it... I had a good feeling about it and he always made me feel good.
The day after when I got back to the venue I wasn't feeling to good... useto this not very warm Iceland and getting to London during a heat wave... this man gave me a hug, a scratch and told me to go home and rest because I was obiously not feeling my best.
When I came back that evening he took me under his "protection", I was with him and his girlfriend almost all the evening and I had never felt as good on this journey, I could talk to him and confide... telling him stuff that I wasn't ready to tell anyone else... we had a instant connection.
He and I spent alot of time together that evening and later that evening he and his girlfriend asked me if I would like to stay at their place for some time after my friends left England because I was staying a little bit longer then they were...
When I was staying with them he and I bounded even more, we became lovers just as friends... I would like to add that he and his girlfriend are in a poly relationship... I told him things I have even problems telling my best friends and I didn't feel tobad about it, it was even a good feeling spilling my guts out to him knowing that he wasn't about to judge me.
I was starting to fall in love with him but I didn't want to admit it to myself, I didn't want to be in love or fall in love because I haven't been all that lucky with love, men, women or reltionships...
When I left them I went to Austria for a week, there I couldn't understand why I was missing him so and why I was constantly thinking of him, I started to admit to myself that my heart was with him and that I was in love... I didn't tell him though.
I got back to England for a couple of days before going back home to Iceland, I was staying at theirs again, when I got there by train he was there waiting for me, I was so happy to see him... it was soo good to see him... getting a hug from him just made this othervice HORRIBLE day so good!
When I left for Iceland I really didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave him or England... I didn't want to go back to the madness of Iceland.
Just a couple of days after I got back home he and I were talking on msn... he admitted to me that he had fallen in love with me and I told him how I felt about him... it's more then a month since that happined and I have never been happier even though there are three thousund miles between us...
So... the moral of the story is... You can find love on the strangest of all places...
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