Smitten with Him

grown-up stuff happens here sometimes

An Interesting Development

A couple of weeks ago at Sunday night skating, I was talking to Sexy Skaterman about his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Amy, and mentioned that Loserman and I were no longer ‘seeing’ each other.

We talked about it for a couple of minutes, but I’m not ready to deal with the pain of talking about it, so I said my peace and we went on and skated.

I appreciate that he didn’t take the opportunity to hit on me. It was nice that he just apologized and said, “I don’t think you guys are done yet.” (‘you guys’ = me and Loserman)

But he did end up introducing me to one of his buddies.

Here’s how it went down:

I left the skate session 15 minutes early because the music started getting a little too mushy for me — couples were all skating sexy on the floor… I started to miss stupid Loserman my old skate partner, and I didn’t want to think about it, so I left.

When I got out to the car, I realized that I didn’t have my keys in my jacket pocket.

I started to freak out!

…breathe…

I could see the keys hanging from the ignition. *sigh*

My purse was in the trunk, but I had my cell phone in my pocket. Good thing I have AAA on speed dial…

I called and was told that someone would be out to help me in less than 60 minutes. I was satisfied with that.

While I waited, a few of my friends talked to me and said good-bye. You know, regular stuff.

The parking lot had mostly cleared out and there were only a dozen or so cars scattered around. Skaterman just happened to be parked two spaces away from me with only empty spots between us.

He came out of the rink while I was waiting for the locksmith to arrive, accompanied by a very handsome young man.

I didn’t think anything of it. Skaterman is very friendly and tons of people skate with him and talk with him. He teaches people skate moves. Sometimes he gives people rides.

While we were chatting, I explained what had happened and why I was just standing out in the parking lot waiting at my car. Skaterman laughed because, just that morning, he and his girlfriend had locked themselves out of their car!

After a good laugh about that, Skaterman introduced me to his handsome young friend “Scorpio“.

I had seen Scorpio the last few times I’d been this rink (not my ‘normal’ rink. I started skating somewhere else because I’m sick of everyone asking me where Loserman is). I thought he was totally cute, but very out of my league! That didn’t stop me, though! I would still smile at him when I skated past. That’s just the way I am: I can get a really intense look on my face when I’m skating, so I smile at people so they don’t think I am angry or whatever.

We stood and talked in the parking lot until AAA arrived. The AAA truck drove to someone else’s car, talked to someone else, and then left.

WTF?!?!

I immediately called AAA to tell them that the locksmith had shown up, but talked to someone else. The woman at AAA confirmed that my ticket had been closed.

WTF?!?!

After asking again for them to please help me get into my car, AAA called the locksmith again and asked him to call me and clear things up.

As this is all happening, I realize that this is the first impression Scorpio is getting of me. So, I tried to be my nicest self even though I was standing in the freezing cold: frustrated and shivering (and kind of wishing he would pull me into the giant leather coat he was wearing…).

The locksmith apologized and said he would be back shortly to unlock my car.

The second time we waited in Skaterman’s warmed-up car. We talked more about his girlfriend who broke her wrist skating the week before, and I got to know Scorpio a little better.

We didn’t talk about much else. Skaterman and I did most of the talking while Scorpio sat in the back seat and listened.

Every once in a while, he reached up as he was saying something and touched my shoulder. When he did that I would looked back at him and smile. It was nice and, every time he touched me, I could feel the electricity from him through my heavy winter jacket!

Finally the locksmith arrived a second time. It took him less than 3 minutes to unlock the door, get my information for his paperwork and be on his merry way!

As I said good-bye to him, Scorpio pulled me in close and hugged me tight. Holy Shit! Again with the electricity! Wow! My face was against his neck and took a huge amount of effort on my part not to kiss him right under his ear (that’s my spot – I love kissing there), but I did inhale as much of him as I could 😉 There was palpable energy between us. Before I could pull away from him completely, he started asking me for my number.

We exchanged information, then Skaterman gave me a hug and told me everything would be okay (re: Loserman).

Both of them asked me to send a text letting them know when I made it home safely.

MeetingScorpio1a

The next morning, on my way to work, I got this:

MeetingScorpio1b
Beautiful text. But, ummm… What??? ???

MeetingScorpio1c

I read it to Thing #1 when I got home that night.

Her response was:

Wow, Mom! And you didn’t even have sex with him!

*smh*

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Ladies’ Night

Better Than the Boys

I went skating last night, like every single Saturday night. This week, like last, I skated alone because Thing #1 wasn’t feeling well.

Earlier in the afternoon I texted Sexy Skaterman and asked if he would be skating. It was Ladies’ Night after all. 😉

He responded, “Absolutely. It’s always Ladies’ Night.”

“Cool. I look forward to seeing you there. I hope you’re having a good day.”

That was the end of the texting until 10:30PM when he texted “I want you.” (Incidentally, I didn’t receive that text until after everything was over. Sometimes I leave my phone in the car while I’m skating.)

When he arrived at the skating rink I think it was around 10:45. I’m not entirely sure because I wasn’t waiting around for him watching the clock, I was skating and exercising and trying to stretch out my knee.

Once his skates were on, he rolled out onto the floor and I met up with him to say “Hi.” His arm went around my waist and mine around his and we skated and talked together a few times around the rink.

He kept pulling my hip into his hip and telling me how good I looked and he kept leaning over to smell my hair (Saturdays I don’t wash my hair. Anything he smelled and liked in there was all 100% me. I guess I should be 100% flattered!)

We skated around together for an entire song while he asked me, over and over again, what I wanted to do. The first few times I answered, I was a little coy but truthful, “I want to skate tonight. Then we’ll see.” He was very persistent and eventually I told him that I wanted some time to think about ‘what I wanted to do’. He was happy enough with that and skated away to flirt with the other girls.

I am not jealous of the other girls. It’s what he does. It’s how he is. All the men know it and he pisses the lesbians off. Also, there was no need for me to be jealous: he spent more time with me than any other woman there.

Towards the end of the skate session, Skaterman approached me again and asked, again, what I wanted to do.

I must have given him a confused look (I don’t know what I looked like, but I knew what I wanted to say to him) because he took my arm and said, “Let’s go sit down. It will be easier to talk.”

After we sat, I took a minute to form my question into a coherent thought, and then I asked, “If I said ‘Yes’ right now and told you I wanted to give it a shot what would happen?”

“I don’t do ‘Ifs,'” he answered. (What the fuck?!? I don’t do cryptic!)

“Well, *I need to know*… What do you want? When we get done with skating are we gonna get naked in the back of your truck and fuck like bunnies? Do we get a room? Do we make an ‘appointment’ for later? I have to know what you are expecting before I can even entertain your offer.”

His response was, “We can do that way if that’s what you want. We can do any of that. I’ve done all of that and I don’t have a problem with it. As long as you don’t get attached and this doesn’t get too complicated. Just know that once you say ‘Yes’ to me, it’s on and I will tear you up.”

I thought, We can’t have an uncomplicated “relationship”. I am already in 2 relationships, that immediately complicates things. Skaterman only knows about Loverman, but he knows that we are very close. He knows that Loverman is my “boyfriend”.

“Okay. So you want to ‘tear me up’ and I’m pretty sure I could do the ‘no attachment’ thing” (as you readers know, I can’t, I just wanted to see if he was going to go through with all of it.) “So, if I say ‘yes’ to you, what is it that you want?”

“I want to be with a woman who isn’t crazy.”

I scoffed. Like there is such a thing. Ha! “Ummm… You know that there is no such thing, right? I am proud of the fact that I am okay at curbing my Crazy, but she’s still there. You’re old enough, I’m pretty sure you know that. What do you really want, Skaterman?”

“I want to sleep with you.”

This time I practically rolled my eyes! WTF does that mean!? “You know that could mean two different things and you still aren’t answering my question. What do you want out of ‘this’?”

“I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you in the morning and I want to know how we can make that work.”

WHOA! WTF? “Dude! It sounds like you are looking for me to make some kind of commitment outside of my Loverman and if I get into something deep like that, I am looking for a very specific type of man. You keep telling me how you want to ‘fill in the spaces’ that he leaves out but I need to know if you are the guy who can do that before I let you.”

Big surprise! He was offended. He stood up and said, “Well, I’m sure not going to change into something for you because that’s how you want me to be!”

OMG! Talk about crazy! He didn’t even know what I was looking for. He didn’t even ask. It could very well be that he was precisely the man who could ‘fill in the spaces’. I didn’t know how to respond to that. Luckily the DJ skated by at that moment and started talking to him.

It was a hilarious conversation that I totally have to share with you here! (the DJ is and 18-year-old lesbian, that is important):

DJ: You need to leave my girl alone! You know she’s 16, right? And she’s mine so you gotta stop it.

Skaterman: I’m just showing her new moves. Totally innocent. I don’t want your girl.

DJ: She told me what you said to her about wanting to get with her and give her a lap dance. Show her how it’s really done. Leave my girl alone, dude!

Skaterman: I can’t help it if she got the wrong idea. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful.

As that interlude was ending, I skated away and skated the rest of the session by myself. When it was over at midnight I took off my skates, put on my shoes and left. I walked by Skaterman, who was talking to a girl 😉 , I said good-bye to the both of them, she responded.

When I got to my truck, I checked my phone to make sure that nothing had happened while I was at skating. And it was now that I got the “I want you” text from Skaterman. I sighed and then drove home.

I got home at 12:10, texted Loverman to let him know I made it home safe, and told him that I missed him and I would see him in my dreams. After that, I cut up an apple for myself, made some cheese and crackers and sat down to watch an episode of Rookie Blue (with a shot of tequila).

I hoped so much that Loverman would text me back quickly, but he was at work and it was Saturday night so I figured, when he didn’t respond right away, that he was busy.

I was nodding off to dreamland at 12:59 when the “barbie sparkles” sounded from my phone and I thought, Thank you, baby. I really needed to hear back from you tonight. I crossed my fingers and hoped with all my heart that Loverman was the one texting me to say “Good night, Mamacita.”

But, it wasn’t.

Boy, was I disappointed.

texts with skaterman

What an ass!! What the fuck was I supposed to do with “Hey”?

He didn’t respond to my last message.

I can’t say that I am disappointed.

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Revenge Pancakes

revenge pancakes

Quite a while back, in the middle of a post, I mentioned that there is an older gentleman that skates sometimes (Thursdays and Saturdays) and he has expressed interest in me. We’ve exchanged phone numbers and, once about six months ago, went out for coffee after skating on a Saturday night when I went skating alone.

So…

Being the vengeful-when-hurting type of gal that I am, after finding out that Loverman went to a mutual friends’ wedding on Saturday without me, I texted Sexy SkaterMan to see if he would be rolling the Saturday night session. He responded:

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We did go for “a spot of java” (dude’s from inner-city Chicago – it made me giggle when he texted that) at midnight after skating and we talked until about 1:30AM. For the first hour we caught up on things that happened since the last time we went “out for java”. I didn’t write about that “date” here because it was boring — he had salmon and veggies and I had a piece of Lemon Meringue Pie. This time he had Chicken & Waffles and I had Pancakes & Eggs with Bacon — and this time, when he walked me from my car into the restaurant, he asked “Would it be all right if I held your hand?”

I let him.

Both this time and last the interesting conversation lasted for about an hour; we talked about our families, divorce, drugs, the military (he’s ex-Air Force).

When there was a lull, he started telling me how messing around isn’t that big of a deal as long as it makes both of us feel good. The two of us would be the only ones who know.

That’s when I told him the reason why I texted him earlier:

Loverman went to our friends’ wedding without me.

Sexy SkaterMan said, “I knew there was a reason why you asked me if I’d be out tonight! You’re never the one that texts first. That’s why I asked you for coffee afterward. I figured you wanted to talk, or something.” (aka “I wanted to see if this is the time you’ll let me fuck your brains out.”)

“Does it bother you to know that I called you because I’m mad at my boyfriend?”

“It doesn’t bug me at all, baby. You already know that I want you. I’m here because you needed something and I want to be that something.”

“Even if I don’t know what that something is?” I asked. (Dude’s scum, I know. He’s a predator. He lies to get into ladies’ pants. I know it. Everyone else knows it. He’s not very good at it either. I just want to minimize collateral damage and I don’t think this Sexy SkaterMan will suffer much for knowing I’m using him.)

“I will come any time you call me, Baby,” and then he stressed, “Any time. I really mean that.” And once more, “I do.”

We talked for a few more minutes, then he paid the check and walked me out to my car.

Before he opened my door for me, he leaned over, kissed me gently and whispered my name, “You don’t know how much I want you, baby.” His hand was at the back of my neck (a weak spot) twirling through my wispy hairs and he reached between my legs with his other hand to rub my warm pussy. My mouth was against his neck and I was kissing him, breathing him in. I was melting, right there in the restaurant parking lot. Mmm, he smelled so good with all the bad-boy sexy smells — cigarettes, cologne, sweat from skating and beer (he always drinks two beers in the parking lot before coming in to skate, it’s his ‘warm up’ ritual. The regulars all do it, most of them just smoke weed instead of drinking beer 😉 ).

I was running my hands across his chest, feeling the definition in his pecs as I thought, “I should not be doing this”, and then I said it out loud.

Sexy SkaterMan’s response was to pull away and say, “I think it’s time we said ‘good night’. We had a great talk and I don’t want to ruin it”, but then he leaned over to me and started kissing me again. “Your lips taste so good” and I was kissing him back. He grabbed my hand and led it down to the erection in his jeans. “Feel how much I want you” and I squeezed it and kept kissing him back.

“We really need to stop,” I said on an exhale, hoping a little bit that he wouldn’t hear me, “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re right. It’s time we should go. I enjoyed our time together tonight. Just give me another squeeze before you go. I want to feel your hand on my dick one more time.”

I did.

He kissed me once more, softly on the forehead as he brushed one side of my hair behind my ear and said, “You are so beautiful.”

He opened my door, made sure I was sitting comfortably and leaned over to kiss me tenderly on the lips one last time before he closed the door and returned to his truck.

I rolled down my window to thank him for the pancakes and conversation (and stuff).

His response was, “I meant it. You can call me any time. Any time.”

“I appreciate that. I really do. Drive safe. It’s late and all the drunk crazies are out there.”

“You, too, baby.”

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