I met the most amazing woman this weekend under the worst possible circumstances. I had had too much to drink and acted inappropriately with her girlfriend. To my defense I posit that the adoration bestowed was not unappreciated.
The sorted details I will not share, but allow me to say that I have become interested in the Human Race again.
Christ I'm rusty on the whole relationship thing. I feel like I'm 15 again, courting the one that never leaves my thoughts.
Please forgive what follows as I fancy the English language and like to hear my own inner voice.
I made French toast Saturday morning for the three of us as S was preparing for her day. C and I had the glorious goal of lazing around the house until it was respectable to go to the bar. S takes off to Detroit and we clean up the house before the DVD love in. C was wearing some very comfy PJ's and while scrubbing a random bit of grime from an overhead cabinet her rear end found a very pleasing sway, harmonized with the wiping motion of her hand. I was dazed, and I caught myself before slipping into full gawk mode.
Or say something stupid.
So we watch a couple movies and chat like old boarding school roomies. Four oclock rolls around and we head out to one of my favorite purveyors of hair of the dog for medicinal relief. Great food & drink and friendly bartenders that somehow knew my name combined with interesting conversation and instant rapport to make the afternoon fly past.
I charmed her into two more drinks at a tavern down the street from my house and was home and alone by quarter to nine. With a grin that lasted for two days.
One more burst of adolescent schoolboy charm.
The sight of her entering the living room, in her PJ's, after a stint exposed to the winter air from letting the dogs in was magnificent.
And one dose of reality.
She saw threw me every minute we were together.
The sorted details I will not share, but allow me to say that I have become interested in the Human Race again.
Christ I'm rusty on the whole relationship thing. I feel like I'm 15 again, courting the one that never leaves my thoughts.
Please forgive what follows as I fancy the English language and like to hear my own inner voice.
I made French toast Saturday morning for the three of us as S was preparing for her day. C and I had the glorious goal of lazing around the house until it was respectable to go to the bar. S takes off to Detroit and we clean up the house before the DVD love in. C was wearing some very comfy PJ's and while scrubbing a random bit of grime from an overhead cabinet her rear end found a very pleasing sway, harmonized with the wiping motion of her hand. I was dazed, and I caught myself before slipping into full gawk mode.
Or say something stupid.
So we watch a couple movies and chat like old boarding school roomies. Four oclock rolls around and we head out to one of my favorite purveyors of hair of the dog for medicinal relief. Great food & drink and friendly bartenders that somehow knew my name combined with interesting conversation and instant rapport to make the afternoon fly past.
I charmed her into two more drinks at a tavern down the street from my house and was home and alone by quarter to nine. With a grin that lasted for two days.
One more burst of adolescent schoolboy charm.
The sight of her entering the living room, in her PJ's, after a stint exposed to the winter air from letting the dogs in was magnificent.
And one dose of reality.
She saw threw me every minute we were together.