and a 12 year old Scotch.. can we say love? Can we at least claim lust? Date number 2.. the widower.. younger, sexier, and very handy - if you get my drift - has become dates numbered through 15? 20? maybe 30... I may never date anyone else again. I'm on a roll here and not looking to slow down. A week together, mostly naked - in and out of bed - has me wanting more and more of this man. What is up with that!? From the week before Thanksgiving, this relationship has done nothing but get better. We have decided to go steady... remember doing that?
In fact, this is so serious that I have taken my profile down - no more of the dating sites I have enjoyed (ahem - can you see my tongue in cheek?)so well . For weeks now, this man has had my exclusive attention. And for weeks now, I have been seeing this as a never-ending adventure. I am so trying to be a grownup, but I have to say I am also enjoying being a wanton, sexual, woman with no goal other than to be happy and sated - again, and again, and again... to top it all off, I find myself wanting to make him breakfast and the occasional dinners - but as he is enjoying cooking these days, I don't want to do it too often...heck, the fact that I even want to cook has me looking in the mirror- am I still me at all??
OK, so it is not just about the sex, but day-am! This man rocks my world. But, I digress, and you should expect this as the story continues...
The CO is retired military and retired medical.. he is, without a doubt, a scientist. He is, without a doubt, finding me to be a delightful study - with and without clothing - I daresay (phew).. and I am finding him to be quite enjoyable as well. He cooks - in and out of the kitchen. In fact, I have promised to do all I can to encourage his foray into the culinary delights. He also builds boats - small ones - ergo is good (excellent?) with his hands. He has 2 dogs.. both well mannered (mostly), and they have decided they like me and my yard.. really.. what's not to like?
He's tender, he's warm, he's funny and charming... and he grew up 8 miles from me... how strange it is to travel the US, live on both coasts, only to end up next door to a man who lived down the road. Of course, our age difference then would have been enough to keep us from noticing one another - or at least keep him from noticing me.
I got it bad, to be sure. The chemistry is completely over the top.. in fact, as he points out to me frequently, I have (apparently) not been seduced before now.. oooh-la-la... I am loving it. Feeling like I am 17. A first crush. Hopeless and helpless in the face of this. And I like it...and I am thinking this could be the bit that sticks
more to follow...
~A. Tan Gledmess
