Oh My... This Could Be...

As one can see, the time between posts has been lengthening! I've been (a'hem) busy lately. Remember the CO? Yep... he's got a line in me that won't let go. How does this happen!? I really did mean to take it to 50 first dates.. it is, after all, a numbers game.....

Unless you are a certain man in my life, which simply means that things seem to fall in his lap.. including me. Widowed a short time, he meets me online, and sweeps me off my feet... and he informs me he fine with that.. how could one not be fine with this? This is absolutely, incredibly wonderful.

So now what? Now we explore the intricacies of intimacy...  and intricate they are. I can freely admit that I have never stressed over meeting a young man's parents - though I am certain those young men stressed over meeting mine. It is just way things are.. but meeting a man's children is an entirely different thing! What an experience. And, I find I am more comfortable meeting the sons than I am meeting THE DAUGHTER. 

THE DAUGHTER is a grand inquisitor

and if I cared less for the father or knew for sure where, in his heart, the daughter resides, this would be easier...

As it is, I am still in this man's life. Keep in mind it is for the obvious and more shallow reasons..

1. he is good in bed.. well, better than good actually

2. he has a hot tub IN a sun room! what is not to like here??

3. he has a nice house and 2 (mostly) well behaved dogs that I can play with on occasion

4. He likes making me happy

5. He opens dooors

6. takes out the trash

7. does dishes.. and COOKS!

8. he's funny

9. he's cute

and finally... did I mention how good he is in bed?? 

 I may be in love... heaven help us all...

cooking with wine...

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

Lions and Tigers and ... Horses!?

Oh my!

He's a veterinarian and, before we meet, he warns me he might 'smell like animals". What an opening line! Who does that? Who goes to meet a gal, a gal you might want to date, and shows up in suspenders, a frayed t-shirt, with the disclaimer that he might "smell"!? 

As it turns out, he is a veterinarian and a horse breeder. He does not have a date vehicle but drives an old truck that is also his on call vehicle. The smell (you might ask?) is of horses. It seems that a shower is not enough to completely eliminate the odor, especially if the vehicle you are traveling in also smells of horse. And (bada boom, bada bing), he is 68 years old - closer to my mother's age than to mine. I'm pretty sure this is going nowhere, but he is amusing and genuine, and cute. Dinner is lite, and the conversation is loud.. can we say hearing loss?  He tells me about his horses, his life, and his reasons for being online at a dating site...as it turns out, his old girlfriend doesn't want to do it any more... damn!

As the evening wears on, the restaurant gets louder and we end it, with him walking me to my car. It was nice, but despite two follow up phone calls (in one, I asked how he was and he told me he was naked!), I am pretty sure this is going nowhere... call me shallow, but I like to date a man who has a car that is date worthy. I'm pretty sure I am worth that! 


Date number 2 this past week was with the younger man - 62 - cute, sexy, and the owner of two date-worthy cars - the widower! I might have to see him again... he cooks, pours wine, and has great lips..

~A. Tan Gledmess

Slowing Down...

"Friday (Saturday?) night, and I ain't got no money..." seems to be the theme this month. Holidays are upon us again and money is tight... I also "can't get no satisfaction" in the man department. Why is that? I am beginning to suspect it might just be me.. wrong place, wrong time, wrong era...

The last man I saw was the Getaway Man.. remember him? Only this time, he wasn't able to get away as easily.. I was at his place! We have an interesting relationship - given that a relationship is defined as a state of affairs existing between those having relations or dealings. Indeed, this is what we have.. a state of affairs, occasional dealings. I would like to think of him as a boy-toy, but the truth is, we have become friends.. with benefits.  And, as long as no one falls in love, all will be fine. 

The Vegan Lawyer is history, the Cowboy revisited briefly - primarily he seemed interested in how I could help him reinstate his profile on a dating site, and a date was had with the Fireman! In fact, a week was had with The Fireman, who disappeared when I suggested that perhaps he should have a plan when asking me out on a Friday night. Being the social director is not yet my job. What is that all about? (W?RUFK!?). 

Dinner last Sunday with the widower was pleasant as well and it looks like breakfast this Sunday is a possibility too. Although he has been on his own only a short time, he did suggest that I park my car in his drive rather than walk over (he lives a short distance away) so that we could "give 'em something to talk about" in the neighborhood! I kind of like his sense of humor... maybe, just maybe... 

And, so the beat goes on. I have been actively dating again since last April and have seen approximately 30 men - and no, I am not going back to count them; that just seems like too much work. I am not really discouraged and I am not really surprised. When spitting in the wind, the best one can hope for is to avoid the back-splash, and so far, I seem to be doing a fair job of that! I am thankful for the opportunities I have had thus far to meet interesting men. I am thankful that the weird ones have not been overly weird; and I am thankful that I am still young enough to enjoy the adventure.

Happy Thanksgiving my friends! Don't let the turkeys get you down...










~A. Tan Gledmess