PIC OF THE DAY!
Still in a celebratory mood: Pink Bubbles!
TODAY…
1. Thankful for the great, sweaty workout this morning.
2. Really thankful to Ally for taking me to the theater today!
3. Again, a stunningly gorgeous day today!
4. Thankful for an evening at home relaxing.
5. Thankful that my dad has learned to text!
Happy 2nd of January!
Tonight I’m staying in and laying low. It feels good to be under the covers writing this with the TV flickering in the background and the city lights twinkling outside. It’s cold. It’s even cold inside, but I’m snug like a bug up in here right now.
Last night I was too tired to write it out, but I had dinner with a couple who used to live in the building when I first moved in here. They were one of the first people I met, and they are a very interesting couple.
He just turned 60, she just turned 36. They have a 4-year-old boy who is the light of their lives.
It was really nice of them to invite me to dinner. They built the most gorgeous house in an up-and-coming part of town, and we had wine and sat in front of 2 different fires (one in a firepit outside and one in the fireplace). So nice and warm.
They’d moved out of my building about a year and 1/2 ago, and I ran into Allen (the husband) a while back at a gallery exhibit. We chatted ever so briefly, but I caught him up to date on the fact that, no, EXMS and I did not get married, and I’m looking for more work–all in a brief hallway conversation.
I think he wanted to know more. Plus, I think he wanted me to hang out with Lydia (wife) for various reasons. See, she and I never really knew each other even though we probably should have. I used to see her every morning in the gym upstairs when I would run the treadmill before work. I’d get there at 5am and she’d be almost done with her workout! Very dedicated, to say the least.
Anyway, even though we’d see each other in passing (all of us, Allen included), we never really knew each other.
We talked and talked and talked last night. I’m so happy we did. Lydia and I have a lot in common, and Allen has been nice enough to help me get some possible business drummed up.
I also think they have someone in mind they’d like to fix me up with. I’m not totally opposed, if the friend is anything like Allen. Despite his age (and the pretty glaring age gap), Allen is anything but an “old” guy. He is in amazingly good physical shape, he’s super gracious and friendly, and he’s not too shabby on the eyes.
Lydia is cool, and I’d like to get to know her better. She was the one hinting around about the set-up, and she was also telling me that she and Allen are planning on at least one more child. She then asked me if I wanted to have kids, and I told them that I was getting dangerously close to being well beyond my baby-making age, and Lydia was all, NO! You have plenty of time!!!
And I turned to her and said, “Well, I’m 42.”
And both she and Allen were blown away. They thought I was Lydia’s age. It was flattering and kind of a bummer at the same time.
Especially since I look at Allen, a young 60, and the fact that men can have kids until they keel over.
Regardless, it was a great dinner. I had fun with their little boy (we got to play with his train sets while mommy and daddy finished making dinner…whee!).
Great conversation and great wine, a few more laughs and about and hour sitting by the fire again, and I think we were all ready for bed.
I know that this is completely jumping the gun and moves into fantasy territory, but I could see that IF CC and I became a couple, they would be fun to be couple-friends with.
So yes, CC seems to be cautiously back in the game. I don’t know, and I’m not even going to attempt to try to figure it out or force it in any way (PLEASE don’t let me off the hook if you see my trying to manipulate and force this thing, okay? I know, see previous paragraph).
He has moved back into talking about our “big, hot date”. And I have to say that the more he mentions it, the more excited I get. What an anticipation builder!! I’ll give him that, he knows how to build the excitement with me.
Plus, he completely takes charge. He takes care of EVERYTHING (especially when I’m not freaking out about what he’s thinking or doing). He calls, he suggests the date/time, he makes all of the arrangements, he makes suggestions and asks my opinion and then he orders, he pays. What a friggin turn-on. I have never had to lift a finger in his presence.
Yet. Granted, I know there will come a day when I will give my share and then some (if we get to that point), but right now I’m trying to relax and let things happen naturally. It’s natural to let the guy do the pursuing and the courting and the wooing. ANY time I try to control any of that, it backfires on me. So yeah, I’m letting him do his thing. The more he does, the more receptive I become, the more he does because he knows I’ll be receptive. See? It’s quite delicious, I have to admit.
So our “big, hot date” is now scheduled for Tuesday. Beyond that, I’ve no idea. I’m really looking forward to it because I know it’s going to be a fantastic time. He’s starting to know what I like affection-wise, and I know that he likes admiration, and again, it seems to work when I notice and acknowledge the little things he does because in turn he does more of those things.
I’m liking this!! Stay tuned…
Sparkling kisses!
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