This was written way back in October last year and I never published it. A lot has happened since then, and I will write about it next time. So here it goes…

I just recently turned a year older weeks ago on October 18. I planned to celebrate my birthday in Paris just like last year, but because I met someone and planning a trip was not easy, I changed my plan. I decided to have a simple birthday in my city. I usually just like having a simple nice dinner with someone dear to me or close friends. I am not fond of having a big party with a lot of people (and then I’ll be asked about my age, hehe).

My last blog talked about this man I went out on a date with right before I went to Paris this year. We went out again when I came back from my trip. We went to my favorite Italian restaurant in Glendale. I arrived, and he had already ordered an appetizer and his drink. It was his pattern to order food while waiting for me. Perhaps I should be on time next time. Our conversations were great. He seems like an easy-going-man. He is a Gemini of course, which goes well with my moon sign. We ended our dinner, and he asked me to drive him to his office in Glendale. He has his law office firm in Beverly Hills and Glendale. As I was dropping him off, he asked me to park in the parking.  He leaned for a kiss. Did I want to kiss him? Not exactly as I could not feel that desire in me. I let him kiss me to see if there would be any spark that I just missed. There was nothing. I did not even try harder to find out. I just know. It was like kissing a stranger, a wall, etc. He was not a bad kisser, but I was looking for a magical first kiss which something I never had before. It doesn’t mean all my first kiss was magical. However, I was looking for something different and special this time. I was not desperate just to date someone, or to just go with a flow with someone, or just have a man I call my boyfriend, and call it good. I wanted to find the right kiss, the right man.. I wanted a magical moment with a special man who would sweep me off my feet. I wanted passion. I wanted to fall in love hard. I did not see him again.

Two weeks later, my cousin asked me to join him and our other second cousins to have drinks. I asked my good friend to go out as well. The last time I saw her was about a year ago, when we met this man I discussed above. It took him about a year to ask me out. Anyhow, in August, I met this wonderful young man at this bar where we were waiting for my cousins to join us. The first time I laid my eyes on him, I was already interested. He looks very familiar as if I have seen him before. It was a long story, but we ended up kissing that night. I said no to his question, “can I kiss you?” He insisted, and we kissed. And that was that. It was not like kissing a stranger, or a wall. There was passion. We have been going out ever since.

I decided to celebrate my birthday with him. I celebrated it with my friends early on, and will be celebrating it again this week with few friends (late celebration). I’m debating whether to invite him to meet my other group of friends, but it might be too early on in this relationship. I’m not even sure if we are a couple yet. I have been seeing him for seven weeks now.

He took me for a late dinner and dancing. It was a perfect night as I was really feeling free, and also vulnerable (probably from the alcohol). I remember everything. I remember dancing sensually, touching his face and arms constantly, and kissing for almost an hour on the dance floor like we were in our own world. I remember that moment clearly. The place was playing house music. I can still feel his lips and tongue, and everything in between. I was not thinking of anything, but feeling at ease with my hands around his neck, his hands moving from my head, my neck, to my back, and comfortably feeling his tongue and soft lips. The music was almost muted to me. We had our own music. We slowly stopped kissing, but we continued to embrace each other as we danced very slowly to our own music. It was the most magical kiss I have ever had. We both never kissed in public. I said this a month ago to myself, “kissing him is like a homecoming.” As I said it to myself, in my mind, at his place, he told me “I think you’re my soulmate.” It was because we matched well in terms of passion and how we kissed each other. I’m glad he said that. I did not say that it feels like homecoming to me when we kiss, but “homecoming” translates to “soulmate” as well.  Until that night on my birthday, I said it to him, and he smiled. I think it was obvious in our kiss how we like each other. I also remember hugging him tightly numerous times that night, and it felt different. It was like holding someone you really know for a long time, someone who belongs to you, someone who has a healing effect on you, someone you really trust. I’m not sure if I was able to describe the feeling correctly here, but I don’t think I have ever felt that way with anyone before. A hug is a hug, but that was before I met him. It felt like I belong in his arms, and I could hold him forever.