It’s the weekend again. I spent the morning grocery shopping and planned to spend the rest of the day chilling at home. I just climbed out of my bubble bath when I got a call from Gavin. He suggested we check out the Autumn Festival.

It was great. The weather was crap, but I’m used to it by now. We took some pictures in the booth and Gavin had his face painted. He looked really silly. Made me giggle like a lunatic.

As we walked across the pumpkin patch I felt his hand slipping into mine. I was breathless for a second. I stopped and turned to face him. He looked into my eyes, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Abbie, I don’t know how to say this without sounding too cheesy… but ever since we met in the pub last time I just kept thinking about you. I’m really having a great time right now.” I put my arms around him; it just felt so natural. “I’m glad you feel this way, because I find your company quite enjoyable too.” We stood there like this for a moment. Heavy rain started pouring down on us, so we headed to the restaurant nearby. Gavin held onto my hand throughout dinner.

We stayed until closing time. When they kicked us out we just stood in front of the restaurant awkwardly for a few moments. Then I suggested we head to my place to warm up a little bit. I was nervous. I didn’t want him to think I’m implying something I actually had no intention to do, but then Gavin nodded and said it’s a good idea.

We spent the whole night talking about ourselves. Turns out he’s from Bridgeport as well. I should have known! He didn’t seem to belong here either. He used to be a fancy plastic surgeon but left the practice a year ago, after a lawsuit involving some celebrity. He still sounded quite unsettled about the incident, which is understandable. I did not ask for details. I know the past is sometimes better left alone. I told him about my life in the city and my breakup with Tom. This time I did not keep quiet about the kids part. He was very understanding. Told me he was also not having any plans about a huge family. (Score!) He left just before midnight. I think he wanted to kiss me. But I felt it’s a bit too early. I don’t want to rush into anything too soon.