No Parachute!

Afternoon All, 

So after another uneventful day at the office, and just over half the working week finished off I was sat on my tangerine sofa watching the telly when I get a call from Miss Tweedle-Dumb. Knowing that our regular yet sporadic twilight conversations usually last several hours I settled into an even comfier position on the settee. Giggling away and talking of life we gossipped about my up and coming football mini-break with Mr. Cheese and his family in Exeter at the end of next month, as well as the sexy Mr. Cheese himself and how besotted I was. As we talked of boys and inside jokes the conversation turned towards the graduation ceremony Miss Tweedle-Dumb is going to for her boyfriend. I confirmed what date it was. She told me. I didn't understand. Had she got the weekends muddled up. No she hadn't. Suddenly I felt very sick and went very quiet for I had double booked. The weekend Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I had planned a girlie weekend away in the Midlands was also the same weekend I was due to be in Exeter with Mr. Cheese and the family!

Clarifying time and time again I realised that it meant one thing. Bro's? Or Hoes? Whilst I knew what  had to do I didn't like having to choose. Silly me! So after finishing the conversation with Miss Tweedle-Dumb I knew who I had to call next. Dialling his number at quarter to ten in the evening, I knew he would be in bed and quite possibly asleep. He answered and my heart nearly fell out of my chest with fear. Straight away I blurted out my faux pas and instantly I could tell he wasn't happy about it. The worst of it was, on top of the fact I was looking forward to my very first football game, Mr. Cheese informed me that his Dad had switched round all the bookings only recently so we could share a room together. Feeling awful and not wanting his family to hate me I confessed that I would try and fix it, although I knew in my heart I couldn't. After talking for a while we ended the conversation with the hope that by the time we all got to our desks the next morning everything would have been solved and I could do both weekends, keeping everyone somewhat happy. Morning broke and so did the news. It wasn't possible to change our booking with the Tweedles and so I had to cancel on Mr. Cheese and his sexy self!

Regardless of this less than a few hours later I was invited to spend the evening in Mr. Cheese's company. But we would not be dining alone for it was his brother's birthday and the whole family had turned out in celebration of reaching a landmark age. Rushing home from work I applied the make-up and donned a flattering outfit teamed with heels and a smart blazer. Hair styled sweetly I was ready to go just as Mr. Cheese poked his head round the door to my flat. Speeding along the country lanes in the dark I could tell that he was running behind on schedule and that he was somewhat late. Arriving back at his family home awaiting a lift from his Dad we chatted to his brothers, including the birthday boy himself. After some casual banter we jumped in the car and headed for the restaurant and although the car atmosphere was relaxed I was still scared for the unknown of meeting the family properly and so I held Mr. Cheese's hand tightly all the way there. 

Dinner was amazing and whilst I felt as if I was being watched by every pair of eyes I feel I came across confident as held my own in conversation. Most of his family I had met in fleeting moments such as his Mom, Nan and Dad, his brothers I knew a little more, except from the oldest one who ended up not coming to dinner in the end. I was asked about my profession which made me proud to say I worked in finance. OK, so slightly stretching that there but I do kind of, even if it is calling companies up asking for money as a Credit Controller. I was asked about my own family and where I lived too and I felt strong in how I came across. banter between the brothers lasted through until we left, although there was not enough room in the car so Mr. Cheese and I waited in the bar whilst his Father took the rest of the family home. Just as everyone got up from the table and said our goodbyes I noticed Grandma Cheese whispering in Mr. Cheese's ear. It was obviously something about me (probably how brilliant I was, haha) and I tried to shrink into the background whilst I intently tried to listen to the little old lady's words of wisdom to her Grandson, but to no avail. 

Sitting in the bar Mr. Cheese and I cosied up whilst talking of the adventures we would have in Cambridge the following afternoon. As time passed his Dad came to collect us and take us both home to my flat. An evening of seduction followed with snuggles and kisses galore, refereeing the fact I was falling fasted than a lead balloon. But when morning broke it wasn't as pleasant. Answering the door in my pyjamas and ruffled sex hair, squinting into the weekend sun I saw my own father with some boxes containing Christmas stuff I had asked for a few days back that I had not had a chance to move yet from my Dad's garage. Dumping it on my doorstep he left for some meetings and promised a catch-up soon. I huffed them into the house before returning to bed and a snoring Mr. Cheese. 

Saturday afternoon was spent walking around Cambridge, eating on fabulous foods such as a white chocolate crepe with fresh strawberries and banana. Not thinking it fully through we then planned to meet up with the Tweedles, Miss Lace and Miss Tweedle-Dumb's boyfriend within a couple of hours for dinner. After a relaxed dinner with lots of appreciated attention from Mr. Cheese we went our separate ways and whilst Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Lace went to see a new band, Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Mr. Cheese and I headed back to the Boyfriend's for some drinks and casual chill out before heading home ourselves. All four of us connected well over conversation of graduations, holidays and sports. It was so nice to finally have someone to share my time with amongst some of my best friends and I really appreciated the effort Mr. Cheese made with the girls, something I can't ever remember Mr. Workaholic doing. Although as the cider kept flowing I soon realised that it was time to go, although stumbling to my feet I realised just how strong the cider I had been drinking was. After bidding our farewells Mr. Cheese and I boarded the night bus back to Bedford. Although slightly intoxicated I soon sobered up, especially when coach-conversation turned to 'us'!

Yet again the conversation arose whereby we discussed our feelings for one another and how much we care and like each other. I stated how I was still scared about committing fully to someone especially when we are both so young still and have a lot more of life to explore before settling down into a long term and steady relationship. But we also grappled with the fact that we feel so strongly for one another that it may not be as simple to just walk away. A situation, most defiantly. However something I had come across in which Mr. Cheese had never confided in me before was the fact that whilst things are so amazingly great right now, he wonders as to whether it would all go downhill if things became exclusive with a full blown relationship. It got me thinking admittedly, but I know in my heart this is me and I wouldn't change just because I was now something more serious. Besides, its too late now, Ive jumped from the helicopter of Singlesville and am now hurtling towards the ground with no parachute and no safety net! Fuck!

Stating my honest feelings seemed to put him at ease but as to where we stand now. Well that's something that may need some time. Good thing we have some. The next fortnight I will spend apart form my dear Mr. Cheese as we are both tied up in our own commitments such as work, friends and family not to mention football, writing and hobbies. This coming weekend Mr. Cheese is off to the Midlands to visit old Uni friends whilst I shall be partying with Miss Chocolate on Friday and Saturday relaxing by the pool in a spa with some good friends and a masseuse called Chantelle rubbing me down with oil! Ahh Bliss.

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx