Went out with CD again on Thursday evening. He’s been so patient with me and my injury situation as we haven’t been having very exciting dates. He came down to my hood and we walked to get some dinner (split a small pizza and salad - I finally took the opportunity to pay) and then we walked over to the park where there’s an awesome interactive art installation that he said his kids would love. Then we walked over to the hotel that has the speakeasy in the basement because I knew he’d love that. He had a vodka straight up (damn) and I had my new favorite club soda and cranberry. And then he walked me home. All in all, a sweet night, but things are so not hot and heavy at all.
Last night I got a text from CD asking if I was home. It was about 8:30 in the evening and he was in the neighborhood with his kids. He wanted to take them to the park with the art installation. I love that he texted me because I happened to be at home and I was settling in for the night. I’d just posted my previous entry and the dog was already asleep.
But we rallied and went down to meet him and his kids. We all walked over to the park together and CD and I talked while the kids played. It was a really nice evening. Kids liked the dog and I really liked his kids a lot.
I don’t feel sparks with CD yet, but I like him sooooooo much. I don’t know how much longer he’ll be patient. I want to have romantic dinners with him, sipping wine and making out in dark corners, but I’m not there yet and it may be months before I can drink and even feel like myself.
How long would a guy wait if he really doesn’t know the real me…the much more fun and vibrant me? The healthy me? The only me he knows is the nervous yet low-energy injured me.
xox,
GS
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