  I think I might have left off talking about his jealious behavior. He keeps it pretty much under cover, but I see it. I have experienced it.&nbsp; In some ways its flattering and then in others its confusing. Oh well ~ nothing for me to get caught up in. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I remember the day we met. Oddly enough I didnt know he has a girlfriend, if you will, until the first time we went out.
The first date was nothing more than a friendly dinner date. We sat across from each other at the table like two friends. We talked about everything from working to hobbies. Never once discussing girlfriends or boyfriends. He knew I wasnt seeing anyone at the time - but it never came up about his relationship. After we finished dinner we decided to have coffee at a local coffee bar.
We sat talking about laughing for about an hour. The shop was closing so it was time for us to leave out. Neither of us was ready to go home, so we went back to his car and sat there talking for hours.&nbsp; . . talking about this and that. I noticed while he was talking he started rubbing my hand .
. . this started after a little joke was told and I think I might have grabbed his hand while laughing. [I am very touchy feely] I didnt move a muscle. It was nice to be sitting with someone talking and they touch you like that. I didnt read anything else into that hand rubbing jesture, although months later it was brought up and talked about.
He didnt remember why he did it - but I know from talking to him recently its something he does without thinking about it. Anyway - after about 3 hours of talking in the car. It was time for both of us to go home. He had to be at work the following day and so did I. He got out from the car and walked around to my door and let me out. The door closed and he thanked me for coming to dinner with him and I thanked him for inviting me.
He went to give me a hug and when I pulled away from him he kissed me on the forehead. I looked up at him and leaned in a kissed him on the lips [without thinking about it]. When I opened my eyes and looked at his face - he looked a little more than shocked. He responded by saying, "&nbsp; . . .
uh, you should know I have a girlfriend. " My response, " thats okay. " With that in mind he opened my car door and I got one more kiss and we both drove off headed home. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He called me to let me know he got home that night and in a very low tone wished me a "Good Night and I will talk to you tomorrow. " &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He and I talked on the phone off and on all the next day. I could not get anything done at work because I was on the phone so much.
We talked all afternoon and then again all night that evening. I talked to him from my cell phone going home. It was unreal. For someone who has a girlfriend they must email each other. There is no way he could contact her and be on the phone with me like he was (and continues to be now). The telephone thing has not changed that much since the beginning.
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Our friendship started to grow in different ways a month later. Finding myself confortable around him and being that we did talk about "everything", flirting with him became more and more intense. Shocking him with little comments and finally caught him off guard one afternoon. I went to his job and we were playing low key - we walked to the breakroom and was laughing about nothing. He commented that I looked nice in a black ankle length Ralph Lauren dress I was wearing. He then asked me, " What are you wearing under that thing?
" I quickly came back with, "nothing. " and smiled. His eyes got big and he said he wanted to see. So I walked him to the breakroom and he again inquired. Without saying a word I took his hand in mine, gathered a bit of my dress in my hand, and when my dress got about to my knee I ran his hand up my leg and thigh around my right side and to my behind. I thought the poor man was going to pass out.
He quickly opened the door and walked out. And not 3 minutes after he walked out he asked me to see that again and we went back inside the breakroom and he took a look on his own and we kissed&nbsp; . . . and this was the beginning of another relationship. &nbsp; 
