So i've recently started seeing a boy lets call him Joe. Well i've known Joe since i was 4 so that's what 16 years and recently we admitted we liked eachother in high school. I've never been on a date but off we went to the pub not that i apparently needed the alcohol since we got on like a house on fire however i did manage to spill my second drink, due to two small children i don't get out much so i'm a lightweight. He paid for it all and at the end of the night kissed me goodbye. Who says romance is dead? The second date he took me to see the hunger games once again paid for it all including the large popcorn i demanded i had to have (i could get used to this being treated like a princess business.) and at the end of the night we once again kissed and that was all. Now our third date was a bit strange I was meeting up with my best friend from school lets call her Jane who i've not seen for 3 years but apparently were both immature still as soon as we see eachother so poor old Joe had to put up with us relay every stupid thing we said or done in school which let me tell you is a very long list. After a while and a few too many vodka and cokes Jane wanted to go clubbing and since i at the age of 20 had never been before begged me to come along but Joe cant stand crowds or loud music but as any true gentlemen would he smiled calmly and said that i could do whatever i wanted so off the three of us trotted well stumbled (my heels were stupidly big) he sat in the sidelines patiently letting me dance with Jane and have fun. He followed us out whenever we went for a fag (he doesnt smoke) and at three in the morning paid for a cab back to his. Now three dates is the norm right? Well after a very drunken attempt we realised we were both too tired and went to sleep. Now i'm used to early mornings but i wasnt getting my boys back till 4 and i was gunna have a hangover from hell yet because Joe works he was up at 6 because that's normal to him. After a morning of cuddling up, watching friends (once again my choice) and lots of tea to nurse my hangover we managed to do the dirty... now let me tell you i'm far from innocent but the size of his you know what scared me and he sure knew how to use it. Some time after wards i realised i had lost my boots and no way in hell was i walking to town in my heels so off i pottered in bare feet with him laughing his beautiful head off besides me all the way to town where i quickly purchased some cheap shoes and kfc...mmmm chicken. We've now started seeing eachother alot and it just feels normal however i have one small little worry that i would like to share with you non biased people... i come from a family where money didn't stretch far.. my father was in and out of prison my mum got pregnant young and so did i. I've been addicted to drugs (clean for over a year) and i've been in an violent relationship. i've known poverty and the hard life. Joe however his family are well off, he's had a job since he left school, finished college, has never done drugs and doesn't even smoke. Can someone with a such a messed up past as mine really work with someone who's so clean cut and normal?
