u/Full_Heart360

Hi again. First of all I genuinely did not expect my last post to get that much attention. I posted it because I was losing my mind and needed to tell somebody and now apparently thousands of strangers are invested in my love life. Which is terrifying but also weirdly nice so thank you lol.

Anyway. A LOT has happened.

So Friday night the group and I went out for our usual drinks after work and I need to admit something.

I have kind of been avoiding W all week.

Not fully obviously because we literally work together, but I’ve definitely been avoiding situations where we’d end up alone together somehow. Which is ironic considering all I could think about all week WAS him.

And honestly, part of the reason is because I was kinda hurt when I woke up last Saturday and he wasn’t there. I know that sounds dramatic because technically we had just hooked up and it’s not like he owed me anything, but still. I think it got in my head a little.

So all week I’ve basically been acting like a nervous idiot every time he walked into a room.

Then Friday comes around and my original plan was to stay late with him like we usually do and actually TALK about everything like a normal adult human being.

Instead I panicked and left early pretending I was tired.

Yeah. Boo me. I know.

But I swear he knew something was off because I could literally FEEL him staring at me all night. Like every time I looked up he was already looking at me.

Anyway I got home and immediately felt stupid. Like genuinely sat on my couch staring into space thinking “wow you really handled that badly.”

Then maybe twenty minutes later there was a knock at my door.

And somehow I already knew it was him before I even opened it.

I opened the door and there stood W looking concerned and slightly annoyed at the same time. He asked me if I was okay and why I left early and I repeated the same dumb lie about being tired.

He did not buy it AT ALL.

I started rambling trying to explain myself and he just stood there looking at me for a second before asking if he could come in.

So obviously I let him in because unfortunately I would probably let this man ruin my life at this point.

And literally the second the door shut behind him he kissed me.

And um.

Wow.

Like genuinely I thought the first time we hooked up was insane but somehow this was even more intense??? I actually don’t understand how that’s possible.

Also my bed is broken now.

Like ACTUALLY broken.

I did not even realize until this morning because I was so out of my mind last night. That man genuinely fucked every remaining coherent thought directly out of my brain.

And whatever hickeys had started healing from last weekend are fully back now so I seriously need to learn how to use makeup because I cannot keep wearing turtlenecks and scarves in MAY.

I was sweating my ass off all week.

One of the fifth graders literally asked me why I was dressed like it was winter outside and I just stared at him and went “Honestly that’s a great question.”

Thankfully kids get distracted in like three seconds because otherwise what was I supposed to say???

“Oh your teacher Mr. W destroyed my ability to dress appropriately for the weather.”

Absolutely not.

Also I cannot even tell you how many orgasms I had this time because I genuinely lost count. Which feels insane to admit publicly but we’re past dignity now apparently.

Anyway.

I woke up this morning and W wasn’t in bed anymore and I’m not gonna lie I immediately got sad.

Like REALLY sad.

But then I heard noises in the kitchen and smelled food.

So I got up and walked out there and found this man making breakfast in my kitchen like we’ve been married for ten years.

And I know cooking breakfast is technically bare minimum but no guy has literally ever done that for me before. Not even people I’ve actually dated seriously.

So I asked him where the hell he even got ingredients from because I KNOW I did not have groceries and this man casually goes “I DoorDashed them this morning.”

I’m sorry???

You DoorDashed groceries to my apartment so you could cook me breakfast???

What is WRONG with this man.

We ate together and talked and joked around and kept kissing in between conversations and the whole thing felt so stupidly domestic that I thought I might actually explode.

Which is also why I knew I had to stop avoiding the conversation.

So eventually I asked him what exactly we were doing.

And because he enjoys tormenting me apparently, he looks down at his plate and goes “Pretty sure we’re eating breakfast.”

Which unfortunately made me laugh.

But then he got serious and basically told me he wants this to actually BE something. Like not just hooking up. An actual relationship.

Then he asked me out on a date for tonight.

Obviously I said yes because are you kidding me???

He wouldn’t tell me where we’re going though. He just told me to be ready by six.

So now I’m sitting here trying not to completely lose my mind while also pretending to do errands.

Anyway I wasn’t even planning on updating until Sunday but I got too excited and could not wait.

I’ll update again after the date if you guys want lol.

This post might be a bit TMI but I genuinely just need to tell someone because I feel like I am going insane keeping this in my head.

So this past year I (25M) got a job as an art teacher at an elementary school. It fits me really well because I have always loved art and I have always loved working with kids. I replaced the previous art teacher who had retired the year before. I started in September at the beginning of the school year.

That is when I met him. I will call him W (25M). He is a 5th grade teacher. And I need to be very serious for a second when I say this is probably the most attractive man I have ever seen in my entire life. He is tall, dark hair, brown eyes, basically exactly my type. I met him during teacher work week which is the week before school starts where you have meetings and orientation and set everything up.

From the very beginning there was something there. Like actual tension. I was pretty sure he was straight at the time and I was trying very hard not to think too much about it because I did not want to embarrass myself.

Anyway, we ended up becoming friends, along with a group of other teachers around our age. It has honestly been really nice. I love my job and I love the people I work with. We go out for drinks every Friday after work and somehow W and I always end up being the last ones there.

We just talk for hours. Like I mean hours. And there has always been this borderline flirting thing between us. He would also come into my classroom sometimes when he dropped off his students for art and he would flirt in this really subtle way that would make me question if I was imagining it. Then he would act totally normal again and I would feel like I was losing my mind.

For nine months I genuinely thought I was overthinking everything.

There was also one time outside of work when he came over to help me build a bookshelf. He refused any payment. That is also when I realized he is not nearly as lanky and awkward as he looks. This man has a sleeper build and I had to literally leave the room for part of it because I did not know what to do with myself.

Fast forward to last week at our usual Friday drinks. We ended up alone again after everyone else left and we talked for about three hours without even noticing the time. It is always like that with him. Time just disappears.

We were talking about comics because we are both nerds and he mentioned Batman Adventures #12. I told him I actually owned it and he got genuinely excited and told me I should bring it in sometime so he could see it.

I do not really know what came over me but I told him why do not you just come over and see it now.

I was being a little bold on purpose because I was tired of whatever weird almost thing was happening between us. He said yes.

We went to my place and I showed him the comic and we just kept talking. Nothing really happened at first. He did not make a move and I started getting frustrated and nervous at the same time.

I do not know if it was the alcohol or just everything building up but I ended up kissing him.

And I really did not expect him to kiss me back like that. It was immediate. Like he had been holding it in just as long as I had.

One thing led to another and we ended up having sex. That is the part I was not planning on talking about but I guess I already am because I cannot keep this to myself anymore.

I am not exaggerating when I say I completely lost my mind.

Four orgasms. Four.

I did not expect any of that. I did not expect him to be that big either. It was intense in a way I am still trying to process honestly.

I am usually not loud during sex at all but I could not stay quiet. At all. I tried to bury my face at one point and he pulled me back up. The things he was saying were honestly insane and I still keep thinking about it.

Things were knocking off my nightstand. The bed was shaking so hard I was worried something was going to break.

And now I have hickeys everywhere. Neck, chest, even my back. I have been wearing turtlenecks and scarves to work in May because I do not own makeup and I have no idea how to cover anything like this.

The aftercare was actually really sweet. He ran me a bath, washed my hair, changed my sheets. Then we just talked and then fell asleep.

We have not talked about it properly since then and we have not done anything again yet.

We hooked up after months of tension and now we haven’t talked about it. We work together and I don’t know if I should bring it up or wait. What is the best way to handle this professionally?