The thing about That Thing

I had, what I hoped would be, my first ever One Night Stand on Friday night. This is a massive deal to me! I’m not that sort of girl. EVER. And then to talk about it is also a bit of a big deal too actually…

When I say “what I hoped would be” it actually means that I’m almost certain that it will end up being more than that… there has been constant contact via text message since. I thought that this would drop off after the weekend was over, but that hasn’t happened yet.

This constant contact, isn’t this breaking the rules of the One Night Stand?

I’m still a little new to the whole concept, so I have been seeking advice from the most Samantha of all my friends. She hasn’t been any help. I was expecting to be read the rule book on One Night Stands and how to play things from here. Other than the “Paly it Safe” speech, all I got was a lecture about how I need to find a nice guy to treat me well. I love the concern, but please will someone tell me what the rules are?

Did I choose the wrong guy to start with? Is this where I started to go wrong?

The male in question is someone I’ve know for maybe around 5 years. 5 years ago we met up a few times and got to know each other. We parted ways. I never saw him again until a Lost Girls Weekend some months ago. He had mayonnaise on his face; I pointed that out, and felt superior.

Then last Friday, another chance run in, he didn’t have mayonnaise on his face. He looked good, but I still was harbouring the grudge from when we parted ways 5 years ago. I let him hear about it! He took it like a man… this impressed me and after we established that we live within walking distance of each other, we decided to share a taxi home… well to his home. And purely to sleep… or so was the intention.

In the morning, I worried that I was no longer the superior one; after all, he’s never caught me with mayonnaise on my face. It felt more like we were equal. This feeling did not sit well with me at all! I like being the better one, after all I know how to eat food and have it all make it into my mouth!

So, to remedy this, I promptly got dressed while he was giving my reason after reason to stay and a sauntered out, leaving him stunned, sitting on his bed calling out for my number. The balance of power had been restored in my favour and I decided that it wouldn’t be so bad for him to have my numbers so I emailed it to him. (We had exchanged email/ facebook details earlier in the night)

Is this where the One Night Stand rules were broke? We established open lines of communication?

Or is it that I found myself thinking about him today at work, while I let my mind wander a little too far. Thinking about his arms (strangely enough)… and how I guess, even though the first time wasn’t what I expected, maybe I still want to go back there again… Oh dear! I know that is defiantly breaking a rule!