Lushies, I have done you an injustice in not telling the whole truth. The situation is not as straight forward as I would have had you believe in my OP so I'm going to tell something of a story now.
This girl that I mentioned, let's call her R, I've known her for over a year now. From the first time we met (and it sounds cliché but it's true) I was sure we were perfect for each other. Initially I really thought it was going to go somewhere - we got on great, she seemed really into me, her friends liked me, my friends liked her (most of them, anyway). There was one big problem - her boyfriend.
Before she came to uni (where we met), she had been seeing this guy (a semi-professional wrestler, no less) back in London. I was given the impression that this relationship was all but dead, or else I would not have pursued her, but it turned out that he was still on the scene and, despite their problems, they were going to give things ago.
This was a really difficult time for me, emotionally, especially because we had resolved to still be good friends. It was tough being around her when all I wanted to do was kiss her and at times I resented her for making me feel so lousy. One of the most awkward moments in my life was when I met her wrestler boyfriend - I didn't stick around for long.
We did manage to maintain our friendship (she really need a good support network) and I eventually learned to accept that that's all it would ever be. She has since broken up with said boyfriend but there was never another opening for me. Since then, I've had quite a defeated attitude towards potential relationships and there's never really been another girl that I've liked enough to give something a go. I kept myself busy with societies and political campaigning and religious activities and I thought I was happy being alone. I wasn't.
Loneliness really started getting to me, although I would never have admitted it to my nearest and dearest. I decided the only way to make it better was to throw myself wholeheartedly in Buddhism, chanting and praying earnestly every day for a cure to my loneliness. My practice became strong and other obstacle arose which I easily overcame, but still no sign of the future Mrs Clum. I did not despair, as my life was going so well in every other aspect so I had a lot to be grateful for.
A couple of weeks ago, I jointly hosted a big house party in St Andrews (11am until 1am - it was epic) as part of an annual tradition of our university. R came to the party later on, by which time I was pretty far gone, and stayed for a while. When she said she was going, and the party was quietening down, I decided I could still catch the last bus home rather that pull up a floorboard and so I walked with her. We chatted and dandered and I ended up missing my bus by 5 minutes so R invited me to crash at her house.
We talked the whole way home (most of it my drunken nonsense, although I was sobering up) and it was really nice but there was no real sense of anything romantic at that point. When we got there, we lay on her bed and talked some more and, somehow, the topic of 'us' came up. We hadn't discussed it in a long time but I guess there was just enough liquor left in my system to have no fear of talking bluntly about it. If I may paraphrase, part of the conversation went like this:
R: I kind of thought you'd be the guy I ended up with eventually.
C: So why don't you end up with me now?
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R: I'm looking for a guy to have a more serious relationship with, that's not just about sex.
C: It seriously sounds like you're looking for me.
There wasn't much said after that, but we cuddled together and fell asleep. I had to leave early the next morning for a class so we didn't get to discuss anything in the light of day but she texted me a lot that day. We were a bit flirty but we seemed to be skirting around what was both clearly on our minds until she finally just said, "Can we talk about this." We set up a coffee date because I'm worse than useless on the phone. We got there, got a coffee, and talked.
I told her I was all in, I really thought we could make a proper go of it. She seemed less sure but she was definitely not saying no. We had been friends for so long now that she didn't know if we could take it up to that level without some sort of weirdness. I tried my best to allay her fears and agreed, by way of trial, to let me take her on a proper date to see what we would be like as a couple - enter this forum topic.
From then, we spent the night together a couple of times (with minimal relations but a little 'testing the waters') and things seemed to be going well. Just about everyone we knew was really rooting for it to work out (there was a sizeable 'Team Callum). I decided to take her out to see some live comedy but it wasn't going to be for over a week so, to keep her interest, I invited her to my flat for dinner, making clear that this wasn't the date that I had promised her and that there was more to come.. It turns out (and it really could have gone either way) that I'm a pretty decent cook, so that won me points. That was last Saturday.
On Tuesday, I ended up back at her house and spending the night again. We were kissing and cuddling and having a nice time when she stopped, looked at me and said, "I want to be your girlfriend." I was over the moon - I'd gotten the answer I was after before we even got to the real date.
So there it is; I'm in a relationship. It's quite a new experience for me but I think I'm doing not bad. We did go on that date last night and she described it as, "Probably the best date ever." Most agreed that it really showed how well I know her.
Needless to say, I'm a very happy man right now; having a beautiful woman on your arm does that to you. Things are great between us and I really have high hopes for the relationship - we're already lamenting the fact that we have to spend the Christmas break apart. You might see me around the forums from time to time looking for a bit of 'being a good boyfriend' advice, haha.
Thank you all very much for your suggestions, even though I didn't actually take any of them. I do want to comment on a couple:
MF - sounds like an interesting strategy and I'm sure it works for you but I only moved to this city a couple of months ago and so there isn't any place that fits your description for me.
Iceskating would be an utter disaster - I don't think making a complete fool of myself is how to win a girl's heart.
Strip club - no; I don't think I would be comfortable enough myself, never mind her.
'Getting to know you' dates are pointless - we know each other pretty well.
And to those who suggested picnics - it sounds terribly romantic but not when it's either below freezing or pouring with rain.
Thanks again and sorry for the essay, I just wanted to explain a bit more and shout from the rooftops how happy I am.


