What am I going to do when we live in the same house? I'm going to need a separate bedroom.
I miss meeting and talking outside, under the stars. When you stop talking, you stop learning. That's the secret to any relationship: don't ever st0p talking, listening and you'll never stop learning about the other person. Once you stop, you're telling the other person you no longer care. It's easy to forget these simple rules when it seems easier to text, email or post on a wall.
Mike and I continued our meetings under the stars. We went out for drinks on Thursday and then went back to his house. I broke all of my own rules and it felt good!
Pink Cashmere
Mike came up the next day, dressed up and looking so hot! He really is the turning out to be my perfect guy. Funny, sweet, great kisser, a talker, and I'm into him. What more could I ask for? Things are going along nicely.
Pink Cashmere
I was sick, so when I got the call, I went right to bed. In fact, I ended up spending the entire weekend in bed with the worst migraine and flu in the world. I only left the house to take B to her guitar lesson.
Mike called when he landed back in town. He also came up and introduced his son to me. He looks so much younger than nineteen! But he's cute and polite; something rare in young men these days. They were going to see "Brooklyn's Finest". Funny, that's what B was seeing with my sister, her boyfriend and his nephew. Me? I was going back to bed to try and feel better.
Is it possible that I've finally found a man and not a bad boy??
Pink Cashmere
Mike knocked on the door at around 3:30. He was still in his uniform, looking very hot. I don't know what it is about a uniform, but they get me all hot. Plus, it helps that he's easy on the eyes, or as my grandmother used to say, 'He can eat crackers in my bed any day.'
We walked down to my car, which is really a car that looks like two cars having sex. (I'm not going to lie; I spent an hour vacuuming and cleaning it because his car is pristine looking.) He put his bag in the back seat and got into the passenger seat and we started on the way. My being Rain Man, rode over the curb!
Anyway, I got us onto the interstate fine, and traffic seemed to be going our way, but what seems, isn't always what is. Of course, there was a huge traffic jam. He was probably thinking that he should have rode a bicycle to the airport with the way I was driving! Well, it wasn't me, it was the other driver's and their damn breaking and going; breaking and going. Ugh! You know what I mean.
Back to the drive. It really is nice to drive and talk to someone. I like to be looking at the person I'm talking too, which is not what the FHP recommends when you're behind the wheel. We talked a little bit about music (we both like Rap). We also talked about marriage and kids. (We both have been married and have kids - his are older and mine are still with me.) There were long, silent pauses. Awkward pockets...
He rubbed my leg, which sent shivers through my body! I haven't been with a man since May of 2009. No, I haven't decided I wanted to be a nun. And no, I don't have a wart on my nose, or any other disfigurement. I decided after my last relationship I wanted time to myself. I was married and I still had issues that I needed to work through with that. Even now, I still find myself not trusting people; men especially. I don't know that I ever really will. I question everything. Pat, my last boyfriend is really the only guy that I didn't have that issue with. Maybe that was because we've known each other for sixteen years. I loved him as a friend before a boyfriend.
Once I finally got him to the airport (JetBlue) he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, got his bag from the back seat, got back into the passenger seat, leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
Pink Cashmere.
I've lived in the same apartment for a year and my daughters, 12 and 7 have been bothering the man downstairs since he moved in a few months ago. (I'm not sure when he moved here - maybe August? I do know that I noticed him when he moved in because he is extremely handsome and he takes very good care of his car!) I also noticed that he was moving in with someone who could have been his son and there were no women in site.
I had said hello a few times and I did notice a woman getting into his car and I didn't want to get into deep conversations with him because of that. My husband was a chronic cheater so I didn't want to step on any toes. However, my girls, behind my back, were talking to him, and talking me up. It took a few months but they finally told me what they had been doing and they said he wanted my number! The oldest one gave it to him, since the youngest one doesn't know it and he said he would call. Oh yeah, the youngest one, C, also told him that I thought he was hot. He told her to tell me he thought I was beautiful.
Guess what! He texted me that night and he then called. I was ironing and making C's lunch so I didn't hear the phone ring, but when I saw my light blinking (perv's that's nothing sexual!) I immediately called him back, but he was in bed. He has to be up for work early so he goes to bed early. However, he did text me on and off the next day and when he got off of work the next day, he came down to see me. He is so hot in person. He's a thinner A-Rod. He said he was going to New York City to because his son was moving here to live with him.
I had things to do so we kept it short but he did call later that night and asked if I could take him to the airport the next day. Of course I said yes. I was thinking to myself that I'd love to be alone with him in a car for an hour. Too bad that it was moving. (OK, that was so not me! I have never had a one-night stand or sex on the first date.) So I told him to come upstairs and get me when he was ready to go.
Pink Cashmere
