Monday, January 9, 2012


Out of Left Field    

  Repeatedly I said Its not the right time for me, too many times I was too afraid to take a second date…In my eyes being selfish and sticking to my plan was what I would do. I’m not into dating not right now…I’ve been saying that for over a year now… casual sex was the exception of course but I had to make sure I separated emotion from it but that was a different blog…
So back to the story... Two summers ago I came to the conclusion that love took away from who I was, it made my life crazy, little bits of me were chipped away…I told myself I would not be in that same place ever again.  How could I control this…? What was my motive? I had to learn how to make myself happy,  no man would change that.  Yes! Exactly. So I got to work.

            So I’ve taken care of myself, I’ve done well, I might have got out of track but put myself back on the road…riding solo.  Few nights ago…out of left field (so Im told) I met a guy… it wasn’t the night you’d imagine.  I hung out with five guys sitting next to us (my gf from AZ and her x-bf brother) I know crazy & weird? The night was wild for everyone…except for me...I was sober.  So while she danced it up with some dude and the x-bf ‘s brother was passed out drunk, I made friends with the guys…they all where respectful and cool.  Just talking to all of them in a norm conversation.  We talked about real life stuff not something I would usually do at a bar. RIGHT?
            One of the guys I hit it off with…I didn’t look spectacular that night just my normal work clothes…so I wondered why he took my number…in my mind I though, he thinks I’m cool okay so we can be friends!

We met the following night for dancing. There was a calibrating vibe, he was wonderful and extremely attractive. Felt as if I had known him and his touch…what is it about him?  He kissed me goodnight & said he had to see me again….I smiled and said yes.

I’m going for it, but I’m going to do things right… 

To be continued ladies…




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