What's a Girl Gonna Do...

The relationship with Mr T, aka The Old Flame, seems to be a given for the time being. I'm still not convinced that he is a committed kind of guy, at least not for the long run, but I could be wrong. I've been wrong before.. as you all know... and then, of course, there is me. Could be I need to learn how to pick 'em. One hates to throw stones, in any case. For the time being, however, this is a great thing and I am enjoying myself more than any girl has a right to enjoy herself. Decadence may become my middle name after all.. perhaps I am D. Eca Dence rather than A. Tan Gledmess.. bears some thought.

The past couple of months, my silence has not been because I have nothing to say, but more because I have not had the time to say it. I also find that happiness breeds silence, contentment. I am off dating sites completely now- having neither the time nor the inclination to search further than my own backyard. As Auntie Em said, sometimes what we are looking for is there all along. I was thrilled to find he was still there.. and that he was willing and able to meet me halfway, all the way. I find the men on the dating sites tedious and uninteresting now. And, truth be told, the same guys are still hanging around there. I have a $100 that says they'll still be around in 5 years. Talk about folks who don't commit! I am inclined to believe in that old bird in hand cliche', especially when the bird in hand has me in his! 

Take this past week, for instance...

Having a day off midweek placed some time on my hands, so I placed myself in his. Now, Mr. T, he works midnights, so what would be an Afternoon Delight for some (me included), is his evening of fun and games. And you know, games are not like they used to be because these games are infused with love and tenderness. He handles me with expert care. He touches those parts of me that even I didn't know existed. He teases, he dares, he withholds until I am ready to go completely out of my mind, and then he blows my mind, over and over and over again. I can't breathe. I can't think. I certainly can't walk. And just when I think I have caught my breath, he is taking me to infinity and beyond all over again (yea, it's like that!). I am in awe of his expertise. I am in awe of his sense of me, his knowledge of my body and my mind. I am in awe. 

He has me tied up in so many ways...
 
What is a girl to do? He makes me crazy. He makes me whole. He arouses me like no one has ever done before and perhaps as no one should have a right to do to another human being. He makes me an addict, a junkie, a girl in need of a fix.. on a regular basis. The simple pleasure of toys are no longer so pleasurable until they are also in his hands. Fifty Shades of Grey has nothing on this man. In fact, Mr. Grey is weak and a non-expert in such matters. Mr Grey is put to shame alongside Mr. T.

I make him crazy too. I may drive him out of his mind... but truth is, I am not always sure it is in a good way. Oh, now, there is no doubt that I know how to handle this man. I do know what floats his boat, so to speak, and am gaining the confidence to show him what I like, what I want, what I need without the fear of being shamed or criticized, and I like it. He likes it. But I also think that there are times when I am too much; times when he needs to pull back and regroup. I have lived in the daylight for my entire life. Mr. T lives in darkness. Working midnights does not give a man much time to explore the world; the people who rush through the hours have time to do this before dark. Working midnights allows him to stay in the shadows...

And I am not a shadow girl. I am a dance-in-the-daylight, play-in-the-dark, run-with-the-wind kind of girl at times. He and I - Oil and water? Sand and stone? Night and day. We both need to learn to be ok with those differences. I need to know how to gentle him out to the light, and he needs to not fear the flame that I sometimes project. It's a journey this time, wrought with potholes and detours, and a few do-not-disturb signs.. but I want it. He wants it.. I hope. I think. I know it's gonna be worth it, is worth it, and is a wonderful thing.

What's a girl to do?  

 
As always....

       A. Tan Gledmess... 

Now, Where Was I...

before I was so rudely interrupted? Ah, yes, back in the fire again, and happy to be there, I might add! After a bit of a SNAFU with a friend who was helping me out by promoting my blog, things seem to be returning to a familiar form of normal here. So sad when others cannot help but put blinders on when it comes to viewing real life. What is one to do? I simply choose to be happy. Such a simple thing and yet so difficult for so many.

But, given that the Old Flame is the New Flame, and with any luck, an Everlasting Flame, smiling and being happy is becoming very comfortable. Add to that, some unexpected holiday time, and I am one very happy camper. Given that I have also surrendered the key to my heart and soul (not to mention access to this blog), The Man of the Moment, the Week, the Year (perhaps a Lifetime?), things must be serious.. deliriously so. Wild Thing.. he makes my heart sing.. loud and clear. He does make everything groovy... Now I wonder if all this praise will give him a big head? Oooh.. maybe that is not such a bad thing?? 

As it turns out, he does have the key to my heart and my soul, and the address of this blog. Does this mean no secrets? Not necessarily, but it does mean that there is nothing about me that I want to hide from him. I want him to know my hopes, my dreams. I want to bare my soul (among other things) to his eyes and heart. I want him to know me, to love me, and to trust me to love him.. I want it all, baby.. I want it all...

Holy Geeze.... this is turning into a love story!

Until next time... as always,

A. Tan Gledmess

In an attempt..

...to maintain perspective, I have continued my membership on the dating site. It's an effort to keep some eggs out of the proverbial basket. And it is interesting. Now that I don't care, other men seem to care. An old flame has been in touch.. and back out. Two more have thrown in lines to see if I bite, or will bite.

Inyourarms2nite wanted to know what I have been up to lately and if I would be interested in going out again. Seems to me we had one date, went back to his place, and I never heard from him again.. until now. My response to this was sure.. but we are not sleeping together. And then he cancelled out two weeks in a row. So much for  inMYarms2nite! The last cancellation was because he cut himself shaving. I'm thinking it must have been a cut to the carotid artery. It's a wonder he was able to communicate at all. 

Next in line was am_just_terrific, from Jersey Shore, PA.. not "THE Jersey Shore" he tells me. I swear most folks just think we girls are dumb. He also wonders if I want to know how he ended up living there... duh.. born there? yes! within 10 miles. Toughest quiz I ever passed.. lord save me from the comics. I also learned how the town came to be named.. all this, without really asking. If this is ever a trivia question in a game I am playing, my friends will be amazed and impressed by my useless knowledge.

Finally, this very morning, I heard from hersheydoc58 who says he has a post-doctoral degree yet he cannot figure out how to hide his pictures from the general public on the dating site. He says he has not posted a picture because his account was hacked and he cannot take the risk professionally.. you know, having his photos appear at work. Makes me wonder what kind of work he does and why someone so smart can't come up with better passwords. Hersheydoc is also named Naz, and although he asked for my name, he called me by a nickname. What is that all about? He wants my email or phone number so that he can either mail or text me a photo. Now, if protecting oneself professionally is a concern and should be a concern of mine as well, why does he only communicate with gals who have pictures and why would he want to share personal information - after all, an email has a return address and a text has a return phone number. Are all men this stupid?? Post-doctoral? Really? Being smarter than the average joe - post-doctoral or otherwise - is both a blessing and a curse. Needless to say, he dropped me like a rock when I pointed this out.

But, as we all know, life goes on and the old flame is back in the picture. So what am I doing? I am trying to not leap in with both feet this time, at least not yet. I am trying to distract myself.. trying on clothes that I know won't fit so I can feel better about purchasing the great looking, expensive outfit. I am amusing myself with misfits, thinking it will keep me from diving in headfirst.. but really.. 


As always,
A. tan Gledmess..

Make up Sex..

Well now, this is a first.. make up sex. Who knew?! Truthfully, a lot of you probably did, but I didn't.

You may recall I kept the shoes. And after twenty days (he was counting - not me), he called and suggested we meet. Twenty days. I had given it up for over, and had come up with all kinds of reasons to count my blessings.. after all, the man is crazy. And no one chases me or makes up after a break up - not in my world.

The shoes had taken up residence in the backseat of my car. They were comfortable there. I was getting used to them hanging out, and all was right in my world. Then, the phone rang. I was invited to lunch.. and an exchange.. my few toiletries for his shoes. Shallow Bi-otch that I am, I agreed. A free meal is still a free meal. Besides, I was already back on the dating scene. There was no remorse. No regrets. I had instigated the grand reunion in November and it was over. Fini. Done. Life always goes on.

Two hours at the restaurant, followed by an hour of standing and talking in the parking lot, we were back.. to my house, to dinner, to bed. Oooh-la-la. You know this would be so much easier if the sex was not so good. The man is a god in the bedroom. My body sings, whistles, and hums.. I become a virtual kazoo in his hands. Putty to his touch. Mold me, shape me, take me! It's sad really, and if I were a more mature, complete person I would say "no, please no.. don't... " But, alas I am not. I am a middle aged, sex starved woman. I have been to so many funerals over the past few years, that all I can think about is that if I were to die tomorrow, would I want my epitaph to say "She only wanted to do it once more" or "She went out with a smile"? 

 I'll let you mull that one over while I go back to my mulled wine.. and yes, for the record, we are seeing one another this weekend and he is making plans for us on Valentine's Day. We shall see where it all leads. 

Someone just needs to remind me that all this is one day at a time.

As Always,
 A. Tan Gledmess... 

   

Who's To Blame...?

I've been on a fence for the past few weeks.. to write about the great break up or not (that is the question), but a barrage of texts this morning make me believe the titles Pete and Repeat or What was I Thinking were holding me up. The man who wanted me to give up dating and writing about it has dumped me, but I did not dump on him as a result. I'm not sure I ever blame the other guy. After all, the common denominator is me. Given the barrage of texts I received this morning, he does, however, think I am (he is?) blaming him, and spreading vile information about him as well. 

What is that all about? 

His texts indicate he also believes my moral compass is askew.. you see, I have not yet returned his shoes.

The plain and ugly truth? This is not his fault. Nor do I believe it is mine. It simply is. I certainly do deserve some blame here though. I could have left well enough alone; after all I am the one that opened the can of worms. I did call him and invite him back into my life. That whole closure stuff is way overrated.

 What was I thinking?

 Remind me to never, ever do that again! I know now why we never made a permanent thing of it long ago and far away. We are just too different in our approaches to life and living. I am living out loud and he lives quietly, surreptitiously undercover. Certainly not a match made in heaven.. though it could be one in hell.  I can, however, safely and confidently say it was fun.. again.. while it lasted.

And yes, I am dating again. Heck, why not? I still enjoy meeting new people and trying new things.. though I am currently unsure about how many more new things there are out there. Well meaning friends tell me that Mr Right-For-Me is out there,.. well maybe he is and maybe he is not. I am not looking for that. Marriage is a nice idea. Not sure it is the option I should be choosing anytime soon or late(r). I make a pretty good single woman when all is said and done. I don't come with instructions and that gets pretty confusing for the men I meet. 

So, for now.. let it be known it is not his fault and that I shall not look back again. It was fun. It was wild. And life goes on... speaking of which, I had a dinner date last night.. it was a bit like deja vu... and as it turns out, for good reason! He and I also dated before.. only once to my recollection. I was so impressive too - he has absolutely no memory of it whatsoever (at least as near as I can tell).  Maybe this should be called Pete and Repeat. I need to keep better lists.

As always,

~A. Tan Gledmess 

ps... I do plan to mail back the shoes, if only to keep my moral compass straight...