Dating Game, November, Meh....
So it's been a good past two weeks. I've worked some overtime and got some car work done. My Civic is aging, and fear she may be approaching her twilight years (please, no sparkling vampire references). My roomie and I continue to get along great, despite the fact her tough times she's been having with the passing of her Grandfather.
Its hard for me to even process that it was four years ago I moved to Ohio leaving all this behind, leaving that "me" behind as well, growth, changes, so many lessons learned, some of them, most of them, the hard way. It almost feels like that whole East Coast experience was like a dream. It's pretty surreal to think about it. Pretty amazing maturity gains though.
So trying to process that and it let it go. Sometimes I hold on to the pass too much.
So, I am dating someone....or am I? I met this really cute older guy at the cuff, he looks my age but he's 47, and damn the guy can kiss, if there is one thing that makes me drop my drawers its a passionate guy, sencitive, strong, not afraid to put his arm around me. Thats what this guy is. We had a date this past Saturday night, he poured me some wine, and I sat down, we watched an episode of Sex In The City, Bitchin Kitchen, then the 1974 disaster movie Earthquake, which we barely made it through. We made out, and were soon shirtless, it was amazing. Then he felt sleepy and asked if we could go to bed with no sex, which to me is fine, more making out and then we were naked, and I saw what he was packing well, I'm not a size queen but holy crap! I've seen smaller waterbottles on bicycles. Yeah. Well things calmed down and he went to sleep, then I did, but Saturdays fall on the day before my workweek starts, I usually spend them awake watching movies as to get ready for the Sunday 6pm-6am shift. A part of me was freaking out. I get homesick when I am staying the night. I really wanted to leave. So wanted to go. Had nothing to do with him, its just not where I wanted to be. So feeling guilty I shook him awake and told him I couldn't sleep and was heading home. I was ok to drive by this point. So, I left. I texted him that I was sorry for leaving and that I would cook for him next, even though, he ordred in.
I got home and smoked a joint and stuck my feet in the tub with my roomie and had our girltalk. She said he is calling the shots, but I think it is a sign that he respects himself, and I really, sex isn't as big of a thing to me as it used to be. Though, the mere sight of his amazing round ass is a tease. Plus I kind of like it when someone takes the helm in these things. It means less I have to worry about, as long as they don't get too controlling. So the next morning I woke up and he texted me that he was glad I made it home okay but that his workweek looked very tight this week, and yeah, pun so not intended. Now, when I hear something like this, I wonder, Is his workweek busy or am I getting a kissoff? Its just my horrid girly tendacies coming out. I do like him, I just think a road trip would be a good idea, our passion is sound, but really, what else do we have in common?
The holidays are coming and my mom may have breast cancer, that worries me, because she has lied so much about her health over the years, and this would be a fucked up thing to get attention for if it is not true. So I am heading down to PDX to get my thanksgiving on, and probably back one more time for Christmas. We'll see. I don't really want to think of the holidays right now, really. For real.
Anyway thats all I got...