My darling LaMar is a man of many, many words. Yet he told his mother (on Mother's Day... sitting right next to me), that I, Dorothy, am "The One".
Sigh.
We talk a lot. A. Freaking. LOT. Sometimes it's contentious. Sometimes we're a little bickery. But our communication is second to none, and I'm in love.
We're going to meet my family in Chicago in July. What a day that will be, eh? I'm really happy and excited!
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Friday, April 04, 2008
Blast from the Past - Welfare Red Part Deux
Somewhere around the New Year, Welfare Red emailed me to ask if we could be friends. He said "I want my Dotty back"...
Uh.. dewd... you never had me to begin with.
So Red started by explaining all of the crap he and his ex-current-soon-to-be-ex went through, was going through, etc. But he never stopped long enough to realize he shouldn't really contact other women when he is practically married to someone else.
Anyhoo.... it was tragic and I told him that I couldn't possibly be friends with him, since LaMar and I were doing so well and we want to have a relationship of integrity and respect and love.
It was just funny-weird, that's all. Poor guy.
Uh.. dewd... you never had me to begin with.
So Red started by explaining all of the crap he and his ex-current-soon-to-be-ex went through, was going through, etc. But he never stopped long enough to realize he shouldn't really contact other women when he is practically married to someone else.
Anyhoo.... it was tragic and I told him that I couldn't possibly be friends with him, since LaMar and I were doing so well and we want to have a relationship of integrity and respect and love.
It was just funny-weird, that's all. Poor guy.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Happy Birthday Baby... or Damn...Those are some good Christmas lights!
LaMar's birthday is tomorrow and he's coming to see me because I still have a cold and didn't feel like traveling this weekend. I've got a nice afternoon of movies, walks in the community rose garden (not the one-trick-pony trick rose garden), art galleries and my fav-o-rite Italian restaurant.
On another note..... Othello is on a date tonight with someone that he likes and is nice to. I went to see Bee Movie tonight at the same theater O and his date were at. No big whoop - they didn't see me. I don't really care other than that last year when I lived with him, we drove by the Christmas lights in my new neighborhood almost every night.
It seems like there were more Christmas lights last year. It all seems so melancholy to be home alone... be living alone, boyfriend lives out of town..
You know, I don't want to be with Othello. I don't think there was ever the kind of emotional fulfillment that I feel now. But then why does it feel so funky when I'm sitting here in the dark, enjoying the holiday lights in the neighborhood?
On another note..... Othello is on a date tonight with someone that he likes and is nice to. I went to see Bee Movie tonight at the same theater O and his date were at. No big whoop - they didn't see me. I don't really care other than that last year when I lived with him, we drove by the Christmas lights in my new neighborhood almost every night.
It seems like there were more Christmas lights last year. It all seems so melancholy to be home alone... be living alone, boyfriend lives out of town..
You know, I don't want to be with Othello. I don't think there was ever the kind of emotional fulfillment that I feel now. But then why does it feel so funky when I'm sitting here in the dark, enjoying the holiday lights in the neighborhood?
Friday, October 05, 2007
Waiting for Lamar
It is nearing the end of the week... and so either I am headed to the City or Lamar is headed to me in just over 36 hours. There have not been near the number of phone calls this week and we are assuring eachother that is a necessary step to realize in our growing relationship.
Although we are not quiet by nature, we still observe the Five Minutes of Silence each time we meet. In fact, much of the time we spend together is of a quiet, agreeable nature.
Lamar continues to assure me that we are made to be together.... that in fact, we are perfect compliments. I continue to trust him, believe in the potential that we have together, and ultimately, I have faith that my mom will come around and realize that breaking her stereotypes will hurt a lot less than shutting this wonderful man out of her life.
Although it has not happened in the past month... I fully intend upon falling in love with this man. It heartens me that he is not pushing me to go fast. As a matter of fact, he is not saying things like "I always say I love you last" or "I just don't fall in love"... and fecal matter of that nature.
Together we navigate the waters of "getting to know you" and heading swiftly toward the "I want you so bad"... but we have marked that off-limits until the "Love you so much" area has been completed in fullness....
Oh Lamar.... don't tell anyone my secret!
Although we are not quiet by nature, we still observe the Five Minutes of Silence each time we meet. In fact, much of the time we spend together is of a quiet, agreeable nature.
Lamar continues to assure me that we are made to be together.... that in fact, we are perfect compliments. I continue to trust him, believe in the potential that we have together, and ultimately, I have faith that my mom will come around and realize that breaking her stereotypes will hurt a lot less than shutting this wonderful man out of her life.
Although it has not happened in the past month... I fully intend upon falling in love with this man. It heartens me that he is not pushing me to go fast. As a matter of fact, he is not saying things like "I always say I love you last" or "I just don't fall in love"... and fecal matter of that nature.
Together we navigate the waters of "getting to know you" and heading swiftly toward the "I want you so bad"... but we have marked that off-limits until the "Love you so much" area has been completed in fullness....
Oh Lamar.... don't tell anyone my secret!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
From Lamar, with ... not love yet... but ... anyways....
From Lamar - a note he wrote for me on the train....
It's you and it's me
Is it meant to be?
The chances we take
The love that we make
Is delayed for a while (the train)
but always in style
I promise to get to know you
And not jump the gun
And Yes
Your beauty and your fun
Arrests me like no small-time criminal
You know
You're so special
To me
It's a wonder
I tell you
I'm dying for a hug
The things that you send
The way that you do
The flow that we share
The Dorothy that is you
Is so special and true to me
Let's travel on and see
If we're meant to be
So far I know what's the answer
I will do right by you
Stay with me
So true
And you'll see that I'm no fool
My head and my heart
Won't betray or start
A step in the wrong kind of direction
The strength of you too
I'm open and true
And certainly I knew
That things for us could be great
So glad I can be
To you your big thing
I'm happy that I'm not too late
And one thing I know
That time sure will show
The greatness of wonder
That you are
If we follow the stars
And take time to start
Getting to know one another
I'm convinced that you'll see
That for you it is me
You'll know we are destined to be
No time to race
Just an easy pace
One day at a time
That's the way
I want your heart to know me
And that yes
Takes Time
Like I said
These journeys ain't easy
The movement of you
The heart that is true
Your warmth, intelligence
And grace
Your mind is so deep
With imagination quite steep
We're electric and strong like the thunder
So just stick with me
And you're sure to see
That there's no way on Earth
We could blunder
The doors of my heart are open... for you Dorothy Marie
Signed.... your L.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Oh My.... Lamar
Lamar walked into my life a little over two weeks ago. He is a tall black man and he finds me enchanting, captivating and irresistible. Fancy that. I find the same things about him.
Turns out we have the same capacity of intense passion, emotions, h ard work, etc. We've talked for hours, emailed at length about our goals in life. So much communication that on our first date, we decided to not talk for the first five minutes! Ha... it was so awesome! Just looking into one another's eyes and feeling all that we'd talked about was real!
There was quite a hullabaloo for him to get up here from the city on Monday... but he got here and was able to stay for 4 hours. I took him on my one-trick pony trick, and got my first kiss from him in the Capitol Rose Garden. Someone likened him to a young Sydney Poitier.
I am surprised and a little shocked at the reaction of my family.... Lamar is a wonderful British man who could not be more cultured. And yet my dear mother refuses to talk about him with me. I'm sure she'll work through her feelings eventually.
Greatfully, Jayleigh is the voice of reason (per normal). Without her, I would feel hopeless and lost. Thanks, J.
Turns out we have the same capacity of intense passion, emotions, h ard work, etc. We've talked for hours, emailed at length about our goals in life. So much communication that on our first date, we decided to not talk for the first five minutes! Ha... it was so awesome! Just looking into one another's eyes and feeling all that we'd talked about was real!
There was quite a hullabaloo for him to get up here from the city on Monday... but he got here and was able to stay for 4 hours. I took him on my one-trick pony trick, and got my first kiss from him in the Capitol Rose Garden. Someone likened him to a young Sydney Poitier.
I am surprised and a little shocked at the reaction of my family.... Lamar is a wonderful British man who could not be more cultured. And yet my dear mother refuses to talk about him with me. I'm sure she'll work through her feelings eventually.
Greatfully, Jayleigh is the voice of reason (per normal). Without her, I would feel hopeless and lost. Thanks, J.
B-Bob
The B is for boring. I was going to call him Welfare Bill, because I'm pretty sure he knows Welfare Red from the opposite side of the desk - he's a welfare worker. But B-Bob was just... plain.... boring.
We talked for several hours one night on the phone. From our exs' bipolar illnesses, similar experiences, etc., to tastes in music, food, and more. The next night we had a 6-hour date that included walking 8 miles, eating and drinking until we were merry... and a 2-hour car drive that ended rather abruptly when he drove by his house to "show me" ... um... what? His etchings?
Thank you, NO!
He called me 4 days later. FOUR DAYS! I've never had a date wait that long to call me. Usually there is a follow-up date the next morning. Four days. Please. If you're not interested, just don't call!
Anyhoo... he hasn't called since. No love lost. A nice diversion, anyways.
Dot.
We talked for several hours one night on the phone. From our exs' bipolar illnesses, similar experiences, etc., to tastes in music, food, and more. The next night we had a 6-hour date that included walking 8 miles, eating and drinking until we were merry... and a 2-hour car drive that ended rather abruptly when he drove by his house to "show me" ... um... what? His etchings?
Thank you, NO!
He called me 4 days later. FOUR DAYS! I've never had a date wait that long to call me. Usually there is a follow-up date the next morning. Four days. Please. If you're not interested, just don't call!
Anyhoo... he hasn't called since. No love lost. A nice diversion, anyways.
Dot.
The Welfare of Red
Wow, I've been so busy dating, there has been little time to post!
It turned out that Red had recently been on welfare, because he would not find a job and could not take care of his boys -that's why they were out of state for the summer.
Furthermore, we met the next day for coffee and he said he didn't have enough cash to get out of his exs apartment. I sincerely believed that he was going to ask me for cash. But I would not look him in the eye or even entertain the notion that I had heard him actually say that he didn't have money to move out.
Fast-forward to a few days later, and I got an instant message from a woman using Red's account. It said something to the effect of:
Hmm. Surprised? Not so much. I thought almost a week previous that he might be a con. Glad my intuition, spirit and happiness are in tact. I responded to her and we had an interesting chat. I stopped short of saying "girl power" and "stick it to him, sistah"... but the important part was that I supported her, soothed her, told her that I refused to date a loser still living with his alleged ex.... etc.
It turned out that Red had recently been on welfare, because he would not find a job and could not take care of his boys -that's why they were out of state for the summer.
Furthermore, we met the next day for coffee and he said he didn't have enough cash to get out of his exs apartment. I sincerely believed that he was going to ask me for cash. But I would not look him in the eye or even entertain the notion that I had heard him actually say that he didn't have money to move out.
Fast-forward to a few days later, and I got an instant message from a woman using Red's account. It said something to the effect of:
Hey all of you ladies! Red is still living with me - we DID NOT BREAK UP! Stay away from him because he's a liar and a cheater! He did it to me and he's doing it to you!
Hmm. Surprised? Not so much. I thought almost a week previous that he might be a con. Glad my intuition, spirit and happiness are in tact. I responded to her and we had an interesting chat. I stopped short of saying "girl power" and "stick it to him, sistah"... but the important part was that I supported her, soothed her, told her that I refused to date a loser still living with his alleged ex.... etc.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Meeting Red, part II
Red called me a week ago, to let me know that he has secured an apartment 2 hours closer to town, away from his ex, and with his twin boys.
The man is charismatic, Christian and full of hope. The best I ever felt about the future was when I had true hope with Nelson, my ex husband. I kind of feel this way about Red... not in a scary bad way... but in a scary good way.
So we met for an impromptu coffee this morning and I realized that he's shorter than me and probably 50 lbs heavier than me. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. But he captured my attention. Guess it's just one day at a time, now.
Prayers?
The man is charismatic, Christian and full of hope. The best I ever felt about the future was when I had true hope with Nelson, my ex husband. I kind of feel this way about Red... not in a scary bad way... but in a scary good way.
So we met for an impromptu coffee this morning and I realized that he's shorter than me and probably 50 lbs heavier than me. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. But he captured my attention. Guess it's just one day at a time, now.
Prayers?
Hormones are Bad... sometimes
Every girl has to admit that the bitchy-PMS hormones are enough to create havoc where there was peace, to create drama where there was harmony. But I contend that it also makes us hyper-sensitive to people invading our spaces, who may be up to no good.
Since my last post, there've been a number of first-date disasters. But what do I care? It's only a first date, right? I get to know people... start having a crush on them... meet them and realize they're close to 300 lbs and eat sweets but appear that they will have diabetes in the near future. Or, they are really cute, have a good job, but worship "the Universe"... instead of, say, God.
The early-morning dread when I wake up has gotten worse... but it has prompted me to pray for inner peace and comfort, and the will "not to do anything stupid".... I'm so busy I don't know when I ever had time to date!
Since my last post, there've been a number of first-date disasters. But what do I care? It's only a first date, right? I get to know people... start having a crush on them... meet them and realize they're close to 300 lbs and eat sweets but appear that they will have diabetes in the near future. Or, they are really cute, have a good job, but worship "the Universe"... instead of, say, God.
The early-morning dread when I wake up has gotten worse... but it has prompted me to pray for inner peace and comfort, and the will "not to do anything stupid".... I'm so busy I don't know when I ever had time to date!
Friday, August 17, 2007
Hard-Case Part II
So Coffee Shop Mystery Man was at the coffee shop today. It's been 3 weeks or more since we went out last, and ... suffice it to say I wrote Mystery Man off...
Imagine my surprise when I get a TEXT Message... a TEXT MESSAGE at 8:40 tonight, asking "Yo, what's up?" to which I said "Hanging with my friends" - in reality I'd just shampooed my hair and was in the midst of painting my toenails.
He asked if I'd been to the Grand -for all I knew it could be a restaurant or a parking lot! Mystery Man was allegedly "passing through down" and wondered if I'd like to go get a drink with him. Heart said "YES"... head said "Sorry MM, I'm super-busy tonight... how about a rain-check?"
*** What you just witnessed, was Dorothy the Hard-Case, doing the right thing for the SECOND TIME in ONE day!!! ***
BTW... he replied "AbsoPosiLutely" about the rain check!
So you tell me: why, at nearly 11 PM, am I still jittery-jumpy-shaky? Is it because I am drunk with power, or because I'm second-guessing myself. Or both?
Imagine my surprise when I get a TEXT Message... a TEXT MESSAGE at 8:40 tonight, asking "Yo, what's up?" to which I said "Hanging with my friends" - in reality I'd just shampooed my hair and was in the midst of painting my toenails.
He asked if I'd been to the Grand -for all I knew it could be a restaurant or a parking lot! Mystery Man was allegedly "passing through down" and wondered if I'd like to go get a drink with him. Heart said "YES"... head said "Sorry MM, I'm super-busy tonight... how about a rain-check?"
*** What you just witnessed, was Dorothy the Hard-Case, doing the right thing for the SECOND TIME in ONE day!!! ***
BTW... he replied "AbsoPosiLutely" about the rain check!
So you tell me: why, at nearly 11 PM, am I still jittery-jumpy-shaky? Is it because I am drunk with power, or because I'm second-guessing myself. Or both?
Dorothy the Hard-Case
So I met Red online, we chatted for weeks, and ended up having coffee this past Monday. We hit it off and have many things in common. But he's got mega-major drama, including the fact that he lives 2-hours away, with his ex (he claims he's sleeping on the sofa).
I didn't hear from him all week, so I guessed that he was gone. But he popped back up this morning, acting all coy and goofy and cute.
This is our Text-conversation from moments ago:
Here's where it got funky....
I am convinced that I handled this properly, and that it is not too much to expect a man to move out of his ex's house, after they break up (there's a thing with his kids, their schooling, some other crap probably monetary... but I stand firm).
Give me some love people... did I do the right thing?
Dot.
I didn't hear from him all week, so I guessed that he was gone. But he popped back up this morning, acting all coy and goofy and cute.
This is our Text-conversation from moments ago:
Red: Hey cutie
Dorothy: Hey there... haven't seen you around here for a while.... get your phone fixed?
Red: No. Just had a lot going on sweetie. Missed you
Dorothy: Really? Sorry to hear that. Was afraid I totally frightened you at coffee and you ran for the hills Not really :-) Everything ok? I mean I was sorry to hear stuff was going on. (I'm a little flaky today - tired from staying up too late with my guitar!!)
Red: Lol im ok. No i didnt run. Lol i like you
Dorothy: (blushing)
Here's where it got funky....
Red: Kisses
Dorothy: Hey! Easy there, Tex... take it nice&slow. Aren't you still living with your ex?
Red: Yes. But a kiss is harmless right? Lol
Dorothy: Not until you have your own address. I'm not that kind of girl *at all* . I take no b.s.... not even from admirers.
Dorothy: Don't get me wrong - I like you. But I've been there and refuse to get entangled into something I have the ability not to.
Red: Fair nuff
Red: I understand and admire that
Dorothy: Very Good Red. I'm happy to hear that. Take your time, do things right, don't be a stranger, but keep your hands to yourself until it's right.
Red: Deal
I am convinced that I handled this properly, and that it is not too much to expect a man to move out of his ex's house, after they break up (there's a thing with his kids, their schooling, some other crap probably monetary... but I stand firm).
Give me some love people... did I do the right thing?
Dot.
Monday, August 13, 2007
I Need a Hero....
So it seems that Jac X'd me out of his life and while that bruised my ego, I agree it is all for the best.
What I struggle with today is: how am I supposed to meet people when can't seem to talk to them? How can I find the One that God has intended for me if I don't look for him?
I'm all mixed up, bruised and hurt, bleeding in my heart., confused.... Anyone ever hear the Chris Rice song called Hero?
I need a hero.... who'll dare to find me....
-dot.
What I struggle with today is: how am I supposed to meet people when can't seem to talk to them? How can I find the One that God has intended for me if I don't look for him?
I'm all mixed up, bruised and hurt, bleeding in my heart., confused.... Anyone ever hear the Chris Rice song called Hero?
I need a hero.... who'll dare to find me....
-dot.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I'm Really Struggling Here
Jac emailed me on Thursday to cancel our date for today (Saturday). Seems that he has to work. He EMAILED me to cancel a date, then got defensive that I didn't just say "well, okay, cool... see you when you get back from wherever the hell you're going for the next few weeks".
Of course I was disappointed. And of course I really wanted to see him- he said the same to me. But in 3 days, he has not called. No email in two days. And I'm supposed to what? Just sit here and wait for him?
Not quite. I'm practicing my guitar, taking lots of bike rides, and pretending not to care. But I care. It hurts me.
I do not want to feel like a loser because some guy who I'm crazy about doesn't call. But what is he thinking? Why am I 34 and single?
This just sucks. I know that God has a plan for me. So why does this have to be so hard? I hated being married to my ex... but I loved being a wife. It's where my heart was.... I loved making a home for myself and my mate.
Of course I was disappointed. And of course I really wanted to see him- he said the same to me. But in 3 days, he has not called. No email in two days. And I'm supposed to what? Just sit here and wait for him?
Not quite. I'm practicing my guitar, taking lots of bike rides, and pretending not to care. But I care. It hurts me.
I do not want to feel like a loser because some guy who I'm crazy about doesn't call. But what is he thinking? Why am I 34 and single?
This just sucks. I know that God has a plan for me. So why does this have to be so hard? I hated being married to my ex... but I loved being a wife. It's where my heart was.... I loved making a home for myself and my mate.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Parlez Vous Francais? What Would You Say? or Love in the Slow Lane
Jac's mama' arrived from Montreal about 2 hours after my flight from Detroit. He tells me that he "has custody" of her for the next 3-5 months. His genuine surprise occurred when I said "good for you"! instead of "Your mother will be staying with you for 5 months???" Later in the night, he offered for me to teach mama' English and she can teach me Francais.
We shared some Montreal beer at my place, a short drive to the old part of town, and a semi-embarrassing experience when we both wore the same exact shade of red shirt. A fine-dining French restaurant that I didn't know existed, a martini on the rocks, sans olives, foie gras, wine, caprese salad, smoked duck, filet minon, port and two gran marnier soufflés with raspberry sauce on top.
A walk around the boardwalk, holding hands, talking about the past, about the future, about kids, parents, expectations... short drive to my house, two more hours of talking... now snuggling on the chaise in the most non-sexual, but also the most respectful and most romantic in present history.
More talking, some South Park, more snuggling, and I walked him out to his car. What impressed me the most is that Jac suggested that we take things "really slow".
Why is being shown respect the greatest thing that's happened to me in months? Why is it that not being treated like a piece of sexual meat even registers on my radar? No matter what the answer... I can tell you that I like being Jac's innocent princess.
We shared some Montreal beer at my place, a short drive to the old part of town, and a semi-embarrassing experience when we both wore the same exact shade of red shirt. A fine-dining French restaurant that I didn't know existed, a martini on the rocks, sans olives, foie gras, wine, caprese salad, smoked duck, filet minon, port and two gran marnier soufflés with raspberry sauce on top.
A walk around the boardwalk, holding hands, talking about the past, about the future, about kids, parents, expectations... short drive to my house, two more hours of talking... now snuggling on the chaise in the most non-sexual, but also the most respectful and most romantic in present history.
More talking, some South Park, more snuggling, and I walked him out to his car. What impressed me the most is that Jac suggested that we take things "really slow".
Why is being shown respect the greatest thing that's happened to me in months? Why is it that not being treated like a piece of sexual meat even registers on my radar? No matter what the answer... I can tell you that I like being Jac's innocent princess.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
A French-Canadian Kiss....
Blac-Jac Shellac is a French Canadian. I think the character reference came from Looney Tunes Yosemite Sam arch-nemisis.
But Blac-Jac is kind, courteous and wickedly intelligent. He loves California (as do I) and has eyes the colour of the Agean Sea (which I've only read about). He does a silly impression of Cartman with a French accent, and is a fan of Dirty Martinis.
We went to see the Michael Moore film, Sicko, at the Tower Theater (next door to the original Tower Records Location). Then to dinner. The place we ate was so loud (part of a dance-club/bar), that we sat next to eachother.
Looking into his pale blue eyes and listening to his laugh... he seemed impressed that I was not bored to tears talking about politics... He was trying to impress me with all of the places he's been - but he didn't realize that I was already impressed. :-)
Walking out of the restaurant, our hands brushed for a moment. He opened the car door for me, let me in... and shut it for me (something that all other men have completely forgotten). We chatted until he parked in front of my house - which has a port-a-john out front on a trailer, to accomodate the workmen who are laboring on the water line under the house.
He shut off the car and said "we're here".... and I thanked him for dinner, the movie, and popcorn. He offered to buy a bike this weekend so that he can keep up with me next weekend and beyond. Blac-Jac asked if I would agree to go on a day-trip with him next weekend.
And then he leaned over... kissed me ever so gently right next to my lips. So I moved my lips over to his and kissed him back.... and then he kissed me back again and again. So chaste... so sweet.
My head was swimming a minute later when I got out of the car and walked up to my house. He stayed out on the street until I turned my light on inside.
Isn't romance just the greatest?
Who knows what the future will bring.... as I get to know Blac-Jac, and a host of others. But I am living in the moment, okay with myself.... living up to my own high standards.... and open to the possibility of love again one day (and totally loving the feeling of infatuation after a first kiss).
But Blac-Jac is kind, courteous and wickedly intelligent. He loves California (as do I) and has eyes the colour of the Agean Sea (which I've only read about). He does a silly impression of Cartman with a French accent, and is a fan of Dirty Martinis.
We went to see the Michael Moore film, Sicko, at the Tower Theater (next door to the original Tower Records Location). Then to dinner. The place we ate was so loud (part of a dance-club/bar), that we sat next to eachother.
Looking into his pale blue eyes and listening to his laugh... he seemed impressed that I was not bored to tears talking about politics... He was trying to impress me with all of the places he's been - but he didn't realize that I was already impressed. :-)
Walking out of the restaurant, our hands brushed for a moment. He opened the car door for me, let me in... and shut it for me (something that all other men have completely forgotten). We chatted until he parked in front of my house - which has a port-a-john out front on a trailer, to accomodate the workmen who are laboring on the water line under the house.
He shut off the car and said "we're here".... and I thanked him for dinner, the movie, and popcorn. He offered to buy a bike this weekend so that he can keep up with me next weekend and beyond. Blac-Jac asked if I would agree to go on a day-trip with him next weekend.
And then he leaned over... kissed me ever so gently right next to my lips. So I moved my lips over to his and kissed him back.... and then he kissed me back again and again. So chaste... so sweet.
My head was swimming a minute later when I got out of the car and walked up to my house. He stayed out on the street until I turned my light on inside.
Isn't romance just the greatest?
Who knows what the future will bring.... as I get to know Blac-Jac, and a host of others. But I am living in the moment, okay with myself.... living up to my own high standards.... and open to the possibility of love again one day (and totally loving the feeling of infatuation after a first kiss).
Saturday, July 21, 2007
A Night on the Town: Plan B?
The Coffee Shop Mystery Man picked me up at 7:30 last night, opened his car door for me, and was ever so polite... even though his car was dirtier than mine on the inside. On the one hand, I feel as though he knew all week that he was going out with me... and on the other, I know his kids were over the day before and they can be messy.
We talked for hours over a dinner of steamed mussels in broth, prawns, red snapper and smashed potatoes and gravy-sauce. Wine, candle-light, a rosebud on the table that was getting singed by the candle...
He has a gravelly voice and is still sensitive. He's a musician and an artist and a techie.
He parked his car in front of my house, got out, walked me to the front step, and gave me a hug. I looked at him all evening and longed for him to kiss me goodnight. I didn't get a kiss. But ... kinda-kissed his ear/cheek as we hugged goodnight. Then he waited for me to get inside and turn on a light until he pulled off.
Sigh. It's nice being treated well. There are few concerns at this point, such as 1) What does it mean when a straight man wears a pinky-ring? and 2) He's a good daddy, but is he really over his ex yet?
Anyways.... we'll see what the future brings.
--Dot
P.S. We talked about our religious and spiritual beliefs a couple of nights ago and it turns out that we are not only on the same page, but the same paragraph. Praise God!
We talked for hours over a dinner of steamed mussels in broth, prawns, red snapper and smashed potatoes and gravy-sauce. Wine, candle-light, a rosebud on the table that was getting singed by the candle...
He has a gravelly voice and is still sensitive. He's a musician and an artist and a techie.
He parked his car in front of my house, got out, walked me to the front step, and gave me a hug. I looked at him all evening and longed for him to kiss me goodnight. I didn't get a kiss. But ... kinda-kissed his ear/cheek as we hugged goodnight. Then he waited for me to get inside and turn on a light until he pulled off.
Sigh. It's nice being treated well. There are few concerns at this point, such as 1) What does it mean when a straight man wears a pinky-ring? and 2) He's a good daddy, but is he really over his ex yet?
Anyways.... we'll see what the future brings.
--Dot
P.S. We talked about our religious and spiritual beliefs a couple of nights ago and it turns out that we are not only on the same page, but the same paragraph. Praise God!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
43People, 43Things... One Great Date with a Mystery Man
A man saw my photograph online and wrote a little story about me and my friends, going to coffee every single day. I've seen him there too. This is our little conversation on the website - suffice it to say that we ended up meeting, he's charming, and... swoon!
He said:
I think she’s the one who lights up a local cafe almost everyday surrounded by a phalanx of palace guards (or body guards, or co-workers, or concubines).
Makes me forget what I’m doing every single time, because I SWEAR I know her from somewheres..
She said:
I think she likes coffee a LOT. And I’m pretty sure she’s just the rable-rouser that gets her coworkers to come on over, so it doesn’t look like she’s such an addict. (Actually, you and I know it’s just damn good coffee)
But she’s so shy when it comes to meeting new people… You should go over and say hello. Even if the Palace Guards are there. You should go right up, introduce yourself and say “The glass horse flies at 9”.
I’m pretty sure if you can do that, she might let you basque in her presence. (Okay, that was really over the top).
But seriously… Are you an innocent bystander or one of the coffee gods?
He said:
I missed this one..
Shy? YOU? Get out. But you know, rabble rouser and Weather Goddess don’t really go with shy. I think I’m already in over my head: smart, attractive, AND crafty. I’m done for.
As far as me being innocent: yes I am, as far as you know. Not a coffee god, just a dilettante trying to buy his way in.
- MM
She said:
The rare Sunday coffee run…. Darn the fact that I am not good at recognizing people in person from pictures… But that guy was sitting at the end of the bench, laptop open. I think.
At any rate, I’ve noticed him before. Maybe he will say hello this week?
He said:
Yep, I thought I’d seen you there at that place before. Your hair’s different; it’s more squiggly now. Very cool..
.. Wait.. You were THERE today? You must’ve been outside or in disguise. Either that, or I’m not as observant on 3 hours’ sleep as I’d be if’n I’d gotten a full night’s rest.
Sure, if I see you I’ll stammer out a semi-intelligible: “Uh, Hullo. Heh..” I may jam down to LA on Monday (waiting until the LAST possible minute), but it doesn’t look like my stuff’ll be ready, so I’ll likely be there at some point in the morning! Maybe I’ll see you there (just tell your guards to be nice).
BTW, I’m Mystery Man, and my email is (removed) if you want to drop me a line some time.
- MM
After our first meeting He said:
So this girl is something else. Attractive and wickedly intelligent. Easily distracted by cobwebs, though, so I’m trying to figure out how to work that to my advantage..
She said:
I wonder if she’s distracted by shiny or colorful objects?
I met him in a coffee shop today. I wasn’t shy and it wasn’t awkward (there sure are a lot of consonants in the word “awkward” huh?).
He is witty in an unassuming way. He made me smile even when I wondered whether he was telling the truth or making up a story to try to impress me.
In the end, I decided that he has an honest heart and … (distracted again) how tall is he? My height or more?? ... where was I?
Oh yes… I blushed when he asked me out to dinner. Too bad I’m hopping on my bike in 2 minutes. Friday would be good. Or Saturday, depending on the visitation status of his small Ninja(s).
Sunday, July 01, 2007
First Date Disasters '07: Take 1 or Conquistadoro!
I met a Spanish Conquistador. We clicked. He asked me out on a date. This is our first date (I swear to God, every syllable is the truth).
[Scene 1: We ended up meeting in a "super-top-secret" parking garage I found - close, free, and totally hidden from view unless you knew it was there.]
Upon getting out of our cars, el Guapo moved toward me, looked me up and down... and placed one hand on the back of my head, the other hand on my shoulder.... looking deep into my eyes... he said "you're beautiful" .... Swoon. Then we hugged.
end of scene 1
[Scene 2: Walking to the Pub/Sitting in the Pub]
El Guapo ordered drinks and paid for them. We found a place to sit and browsed through the local free liberal newspaper. It's officially titled the "Sacramento News & Review" but we decided that it needs to be titled "The Midtown Rant & Vitriol". Haha. He ordered food and paid for it... see a pattern here?
A woman complimented my shoes, el Guapo complimented my eyeglasses and says that looking over the top of the rims is provocative. We eat our dinner, chatting and laughing, talking about exs and his kids and our failed marriages (one each). He told me that I eat analytically. Cute. I tried to be ladylike - glad he noticed.
During dinner, el Guapo asked me how I hold hands. He put his hand up and I took it. He said "You're RIGHT! That's the right way... women who hold hands wrong... there's something wrong with them..." So we held hands and chatted and flirted for a while longer. Then it was time to go, and he asked if I'd like to go for a walk.
end of scene 2
[Scene 3: Walking and the Capitol Rose Garden]
It is 7 blocks from the pub to the Capitol, but it's my one-trick-pony trick. Men love to act romantic in a romantic setting (Guys, I know you do). We walked and talked... talked and walked all of the way holding hands, as I navigated us to the rose garden. This is my home turf and el Guapo knows it. He asked me if I was going to mettle with his virtues. I told him I was going to take him to a burnt-down trailer... "heh-heh".
We got to my favorite entrance of the rose garden and I told him that the last time I was there, it was strewn with rose-petals on the sidewalk, all of the way to the fountain, as there had just been a wedding there. El Guapo asked me to show him my favorite rose, and I told him the ones that smell like raspberries are my favorite. I took off my shoes to walk in the grass and he wandered over to get a better vantage point of the moon.
He pulled me over to the Vietnam Memorial and told me about his crazy uncle and how messed up he was when he came home from that war. We expressed our political views and then sat on a bench, just soaking up the scent of roses, the sound of trickling water, and the nearly full moon. El Guapo pulled his knee up and scooted around so I could lay my head on his shoulder. He put both arms around me and kissed my neck.
I got up and el Guapo pulled my head to the side and kissed me. Sweet Surrender! I wanted to feel something in the moment that I was first kissed by someone other than Othello. But I didn't feel anything. (Big frowny face here). But I did keep my head about me and didn't do anything stupid, which was good.
More walking, more stopping, more hands on my waist. I slapped them once. He held me close, looked deep into my eyes and kissed me on the lips. It was such an intimate moment, as satisfying smack.... but I thought it was a little slutty, so I didn't return the kiss with as much gusto as it had been given. He kissed all over my face and then said "Oh my ... I have to step away before I get all grabby". It was nice of him to be so gentlemanly.
Walking back to our cars... we encountered a bachelorette party. They offered to take our picture, as seen here:
Did I mention that it was windy that night.
end of scene 3
[Scene 4: End of date, approaching the super-secret parking garage]
El Guapo asked what would happen if the parking garage had closed - it was now almost 3 hours later. I said that would be bad. He said "It would be fine... we would just roll with it." How f-ing fortuitous... because that is just what happened.
He said he would just call a cab. We both had to work Saturday morning and he was going to be pretty close. We decided to meet for lunch on Saturday. Meanwhile, I called Othello to come and get me.
Before anyone has a heart-attack and starts throwing sharp objects toward me... you must know that O is still my best friend (however difficult that is... it's what it is...). He dropped everything and came to get me. I pretty much bolted when he got there, because O said it was tacky of me to stand there with el Guapo. I screamed and cried at Othello because he would never ever respect el Guapo or anyone else, if they didn't wait with me and make sure I was safe.
Alrighty... so the next day I chatted with el Guapo, went to where he was working, and had a nice lunch. I got a sweet hug and a kiss, and he said "I'll see you again soon?" Okay...
end of scene 4
Okay. That last part was weird. Does that mean a good thing or a bad thing? Ahh... the humanity! I hate when I can't exactly read a date. I like el Guapo, but there are no feelings yet. Time, I know sen-sae. Hope you liked my first-date recreation...
[the] grasshoppah
[Scene 1: We ended up meeting in a "super-top-secret" parking garage I found - close, free, and totally hidden from view unless you knew it was there.]
Upon getting out of our cars, el Guapo moved toward me, looked me up and down... and placed one hand on the back of my head, the other hand on my shoulder.... looking deep into my eyes... he said "you're beautiful" .... Swoon. Then we hugged.
end of scene 1
[Scene 2: Walking to the Pub/Sitting in the Pub]
El Guapo ordered drinks and paid for them. We found a place to sit and browsed through the local free liberal newspaper. It's officially titled the "Sacramento News & Review" but we decided that it needs to be titled "The Midtown Rant & Vitriol". Haha. He ordered food and paid for it... see a pattern here?
A woman complimented my shoes, el Guapo complimented my eyeglasses and says that looking over the top of the rims is provocative. We eat our dinner, chatting and laughing, talking about exs and his kids and our failed marriages (one each). He told me that I eat analytically. Cute. I tried to be ladylike - glad he noticed.
During dinner, el Guapo asked me how I hold hands. He put his hand up and I took it. He said "You're RIGHT! That's the right way... women who hold hands wrong... there's something wrong with them..." So we held hands and chatted and flirted for a while longer. Then it was time to go, and he asked if I'd like to go for a walk.
end of scene 2
[Scene 3: Walking and the Capitol Rose Garden]
It is 7 blocks from the pub to the Capitol, but it's my one-trick-pony trick. Men love to act romantic in a romantic setting (Guys, I know you do). We walked and talked... talked and walked all of the way holding hands, as I navigated us to the rose garden. This is my home turf and el Guapo knows it. He asked me if I was going to mettle with his virtues. I told him I was going to take him to a burnt-down trailer... "heh-heh".
We got to my favorite entrance of the rose garden and I told him that the last time I was there, it was strewn with rose-petals on the sidewalk, all of the way to the fountain, as there had just been a wedding there. El Guapo asked me to show him my favorite rose, and I told him the ones that smell like raspberries are my favorite. I took off my shoes to walk in the grass and he wandered over to get a better vantage point of the moon.
He pulled me over to the Vietnam Memorial and told me about his crazy uncle and how messed up he was when he came home from that war. We expressed our political views and then sat on a bench, just soaking up the scent of roses, the sound of trickling water, and the nearly full moon. El Guapo pulled his knee up and scooted around so I could lay my head on his shoulder. He put both arms around me and kissed my neck.
I got up and el Guapo pulled my head to the side and kissed me. Sweet Surrender! I wanted to feel something in the moment that I was first kissed by someone other than Othello. But I didn't feel anything. (Big frowny face here). But I did keep my head about me and didn't do anything stupid, which was good.
More walking, more stopping, more hands on my waist. I slapped them once. He held me close, looked deep into my eyes and kissed me on the lips. It was such an intimate moment, as satisfying smack.... but I thought it was a little slutty, so I didn't return the kiss with as much gusto as it had been given. He kissed all over my face and then said "Oh my ... I have to step away before I get all grabby". It was nice of him to be so gentlemanly.
Walking back to our cars... we encountered a bachelorette party. They offered to take our picture, as seen here:
Did I mention that it was windy that night.
end of scene 3
[Scene 4: End of date, approaching the super-secret parking garage]
El Guapo asked what would happen if the parking garage had closed - it was now almost 3 hours later. I said that would be bad. He said "It would be fine... we would just roll with it." How f-ing fortuitous... because that is just what happened.
He said he would just call a cab. We both had to work Saturday morning and he was going to be pretty close. We decided to meet for lunch on Saturday. Meanwhile, I called Othello to come and get me.
Before anyone has a heart-attack and starts throwing sharp objects toward me... you must know that O is still my best friend (however difficult that is... it's what it is...). He dropped everything and came to get me. I pretty much bolted when he got there, because O said it was tacky of me to stand there with el Guapo. I screamed and cried at Othello because he would never ever respect el Guapo or anyone else, if they didn't wait with me and make sure I was safe.
Alrighty... so the next day I chatted with el Guapo, went to where he was working, and had a nice lunch. I got a sweet hug and a kiss, and he said "I'll see you again soon?" Okay...
end of scene 4
Okay. That last part was weird. Does that mean a good thing or a bad thing? Ahh... the humanity! I hate when I can't exactly read a date. I like el Guapo, but there are no feelings yet. Time, I know sen-sae. Hope you liked my first-date recreation...
[the] grasshoppah
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