There’s been an interesting turn of events the past week.
For starters, Single Dad dumped me. Don’t be too surprised, I didn’t exactly put a whole lot of effort into keeping the relationship alive. He said he was tired of me being so back-and-forth. Who me??
Honestly, I’m relieved.
I had a date with a new guy. Which turned into three dates.
Date one: We met at a local bar for a drink and hit it off. Walked to the pizza joint then to a geocache spot and finished at my favorite tiki spot with plenty of swings, hammocks, live music and giant Jenga. All of which we enjoyed.
He kissed me goodbye
Date two: We met at a restaurant/bar on the water. Had a quick dinner then mingled with the crowed listening to music. We ended up cozying up at the bar and spent two hours people watching and gossiping together. On more than one occasion I received compliments on my dress and twice we were called a beautiful couple.
Yeah, I was on cloud nine.
And we danced….
The night ended with us sneaking onto a sailboat to kiss under the stars.
We will get to date three in a moment, I just have to explain how amazing (and boy free) the rest of my Memorial Day weekend was. Yes the paddle boarding and time in the sun was amazing but I was lucky enough to take another flight with my friend. This time we went to Sarasota and it was BEAUTIFUL.
Yes, my mother tells me all the time, I live a spoiled life.
I call it Karma for the hell I had to go through with Fuck Face to get to this point in my life.
OK date three: I went over to his house for wine and a movie. We managed to make it through the first movie (except for an intermission to sit on the patio and watch a thunderstorm roll in). But 10 minutes into the second movie we were all over each other. He ended up picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom totally cross-the-threshold style. NO I did not sleep with him!
But there was a lot of kissing and touching and you know…
He told me I should stay, and let me just tell you… every part of me wanted to stay but with my luck I was fighting stomach problems and knew I needed to go home to avoid any embarrassing situations.
Had I stayed I’m sure more would have happened than I would have liked.
You want details about him huh?
OK… 6-feet-tall, Army vet, is in the process of taking over his parents’ business. Owns a home and a very nice car. And I have to admit, he is a year younger than me.
Yep. I’m totally cradle robbing!
And the best part? I am SO attracted to him (Unlike my many issues with Single Dad)
Yes I’m still out to have fun. No I’m not trying to lock this one down or let him do the same to me.
But being called a beautiful couple is still pretty fucking awesome.