It seemed as though Alaska may have missed me while I was away last weekend. However, this time he actually remembered I would be gone.
I actually shared my google calendar with him after he’d forgotten numerous times that I would be away for something or other… When he asked me why, I told him that was the reason.
The first time he called or even attempted contact was Sunday morning while my crew and I were getting ready to return home. He even made a joke!
“We’re on our way out right now,” I said. “Would you like me to call you when I get back into town?”
He snickered a little and said, “No! I do not want you to call me when you get home!” Then we both busted out in laughter. It’s a rare occasion that he plays around like that, if at all.
“Okay. It will be after 3 before I call. Have a good morning,” I replied and ended our call.
My very first, hard and fast, rule is: don’t skate and date.
After breaking up with someone you’ve skated with and been intimate with, things get awkward.
The skate rinks are like the children; time with each needs to be doled out carefully and fairly.
When can I go to that one? When are you going to this one?
And, if it was a bad breakup, there’s no discussion about any of that…
It really only had to happen to me once for me to learn.
(I dabbled once more after that, but he moved to Phoenix, and it wasn’t serious.)
Friday evening, when I got home from work, I was happy that the parking spot next to Breezy was open. I put Lil Bear in his place, grabbed my things and went inside to make dinner.
A friend was coming over at 7pm to eat with us and then give us massages. Because he hadn’t yet been to my new apartment (which I haven’t even told you about yet!), I met him out in the parking lot. I leaned on Lil Bear while I waited for our friend’s arrival.
We ate yummy food together; had our massages… It was a lovely evening.
When our friend left at 10:30, I walked him out and Lil Bear was still in his spot.
So, I still haven’t told you about my two weekend whirlwind romance with Mr. Dreamboat. You know, the one who proposed on our first date?
For some reason or another, I’ve been putting it off. Not because it was bad or anything, but as it drifts further into my past, the less I remember so I best get to this…
Okay, I left off with our first Saturday morning together and his marriage proposal… From there I had a regular Saturday: grocery shopping, hanging out with my daughters and roller skating with my crew Saturday night.
Dreamboat asked me to come to his place and spend the night with him after skating. I mentioned that I would need a shower and would be famished. His response was, “When you get here just let yourself in. I’ll probably already be in the shower. And I’ll make sure there’s plenty to eat.”
What a sweetheart!
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I don’t know what to name him… Usually something comes to me… Maybe “Steamboat” because that’s where he’s moving and he’s kind of a dreamboat 😉 or DS for Dreamboat in Steamboat… I don’t know. Maybe you can think of something.
He’s my age, attractive, intelligent, half black, half Mexican, only about an inch taller than me and very, very skinny (doesn’t shave his nethers either, hmmm…). He’s been a registered nurse for 20 years and loves his family who he goes to see every year. He wants to open his own retirement home and has a plan already in process. He likes EDM (electronic dance music), Pink Floyd, classic rock… He likes the same drugs as I do and likes to drink, but knows how to be safe because he’s a nurse. He drives a brand spanking new Miata and one would *think* he’s gay except for (maybe) the way he eats my pussy and kisses me… Damn!
Last Thursday with Mick was better than wonderful.
(So far, we’ve had 3 overnights and have found time to see each other every Sunday afternoon as well. It’s not only sex with him. We talk almost once a day over the phone and are constantly emailing… At times I have to remind myself that this was how it started off with TC – that scalding flame burned out faster than the speed of light!)
I met Mick in the parking lot at our hotel after work.
After exchanging a prolific amount of hello kisses, he led me around to the back of his truck to show me something.
He had a tiny grill on the tailgate filled with hot coals. When I pulled up, he was just getting ready to put the salmon on.
I’ve been so busy writing about Mick and Alaska that I’ve neglected to keep you updated on Mr. Nice Guy.
Since my initial post about him, we’ve had 2 more ‘dates’.
Date #2 was on a Saturday afternoon. We went to a Mongolian barbecue downtown and then picked up some giant pieces of cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory on our way back to his car.
We sat in his car and got high and ate our desserts together and then went for a little walk to burn off a few of the extra calories as well as our buzz.
(My Craigslist Personal Ad)
He will be called Mick because he looks almost exactly like Mick Fleetwood, only shorter (and a bit like my dad and Willie Nelson, too. The dad part’s a little creepy…)
Last night I had a date with someone I met on Tinder over the holidays.
What a nightmare!
Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch, but it was pretty abysmal.
We met at the Starbucks by his house after I got off work. Dinner was out because he was “low on funds right now.”
He was already inside when I got there and stood up to greet me and give me a hug when I got to the table. But he didn’t offer to get me a drink or food or anything.