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!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
very good for you, good luck, hope u love him .
Post a Comment