Cherry falls

It has been 6 years since I first talked to Paul. Back then he was 20, and I was lying about my age. Somehow we had managed to keep in touch all these years, probably because of his undying sense of humor and ability to make any situation seem absolutely hilarious. Laugh out loud hilarious. The years went and we both got older, he saw me through all of my growing up stages- first kisses, first boyfriends, last days of school, last teenage years, all the while he stayed the same, just older.

It was about a week ago he actually started talking to me for the first time as an adult, a real person. I even managed to get him to pick up his phone (we had always discussed phone conversations but never had them because he was too scared) where we arranged a meeting, something I never thought could possibly happen. This was due to the fact that Paul, despite being absolutely hilarious online, was completely socially inept in reality. He had never even held a girl's hand or hugged a girl before for crying out loud!

So, with a bag full of cosmetics/clothes I headed to Toddington, a tiny little village in Bedfordshire, where I was picked up by a very very very nervous Paul and his friend Phil. Phil was one of Paul's best friends, and our ride/sleep for the night, since I was staying in his flat. We went to the cinema and despite my best efforts ended up seeing Pirates of the Carribean, although I got back for dinner when I forced them both to take me to Frankie & Benny's. The main advantage of going out with men a lot older is that they just kept footing my bill, even in the cinema. And not just that, but kept ordering stuff I didn't even want like side salads and garlic bread and cocktail after cocktail. By then, Paul had gotten a lot less nervous, which might have been due to the fact that Phil was like a bumper keeping the conversation going whenever he shied away and also the amount of cocktails we were all having. I even managed to get him to hug me! And, there, in Frankie & Benny's he lost his hug virginity. We then headed back to the flat where Phil kept growing more and more impatient with the tv while me and Paul discussed random stuff over even more drinks. The night culminated in all of us falling asleep while watching hot fuzz, which is a BRILLIANT film still, I can't believe I forgot how good it was! Either way, I was taken to the station again in the morning and even gave Paul his first, albeit awkward, kiss.

I'm not sure how this has never happened to him. Yes, I guess he is a bit shy but surely some girls find that endearing? More so, he is not even at all bad looking. The more I thought about it, still drunk from the night before, the more I got angrier and angrier. Are girls really that difficult to approach? And if the guy doesn't make the first move, do things never happen for them?

I just hope I made a difference for him to feel more confident in talking to girls, I did try making the process as easy for him as possible. I take it upon myself to get this guy a girlfriend. I will from now on be his best girl mate forward slash dating spirit guide and will teach him all my now useless knowledge on dating.