Sometimes I am (Pleasantly) Surprised
So I head to my best friend's house last night. We'd planned a going away/birthday party for her husband who is deploying for Iraq in two weeks. Being that I know all of their friends, I wasn't expecting more than the typical little soiree that has become the norm for us.
I head into the kitchen and there's a man in there. A man I don't know. A CUTE man. Ok, so maybe I don't know everyone? We are quickly introduced with the basic explanation of, "oh, J is in D's unit." We are hopping, getting stuff pulled together and he's stepping up. Loading up glasses, handling food . . . you name it, the guy was stepping up!
All night, I know where he is, even when I'm not looking. We have conversations. We mingle with others. Everyone finally ends up in the living room, except us. We stay in the kitchen and start talking. I start cleaning up and he's right there. I'm washing, he's drying. There's a weird, immediate connection between the two of us that makes it seem like we've been doing it for years.
When the birthday boy and BF go to bed, we go to a bar. (Not a hoochie bar, by the way . . . just Tres Hombres.) My little bartender, G, fixes us a drink. (As sad as it is to have a boy that I used to babysit old enough to be tending bar, it has it's moments!) We talk more.
Then we kiss.
And talk, and kiss, and talk, and have the bar close down around us. We head out, I'm in the truck and he gets me back out. So we can kiss in the rain. Can anyone say damn? We get back in the truck - because it is freezing cold and pouring down rain - and end up out towards River Road. Which is closed due to flooding. So we park. Like 16 year-olds. And resume the kissing and talking.
Shit, I'm in deep here, folks!
Then the polite Sheriff's deputy shows up. To make sure we're OK. Yes sir, we're OK. It may take 4WD to get out of the orchard, but we're OK.
The whole deal is amazing. What's so weird about it is that on Wednesday, I sat in the same seat, at the same bar, with afore-mentioned BF and said that I wanted 2006 to be different. That I needed to love deeply this year. That it was time to quit messing around with these emotionally unavailable guys and be open to the possiblities. Yesterday, I was at the grocery store and saw an old mentor and life-long friend, an amazing woman of God and her daughter. We talked about my intention to let my own sense of timing go. And to be open to the impossible. And how I longed for God to meet my heartfelt desires for partnership.
Then I meet J.
Weird, amazing, hopefully, speechless . . . I always have something to say. But today, I can't quit grinning for long enough to say much of anything.
Except this. While I dont want to jinx it. It has to be recorded, just in case.
He might just be the one.
Happy Freakin' New Year!
I head into the kitchen and there's a man in there. A man I don't know. A CUTE man. Ok, so maybe I don't know everyone? We are quickly introduced with the basic explanation of, "oh, J is in D's unit." We are hopping, getting stuff pulled together and he's stepping up. Loading up glasses, handling food . . . you name it, the guy was stepping up!
All night, I know where he is, even when I'm not looking. We have conversations. We mingle with others. Everyone finally ends up in the living room, except us. We stay in the kitchen and start talking. I start cleaning up and he's right there. I'm washing, he's drying. There's a weird, immediate connection between the two of us that makes it seem like we've been doing it for years.
When the birthday boy and BF go to bed, we go to a bar. (Not a hoochie bar, by the way . . . just Tres Hombres.) My little bartender, G, fixes us a drink. (As sad as it is to have a boy that I used to babysit old enough to be tending bar, it has it's moments!) We talk more.
Then we kiss.
And talk, and kiss, and talk, and have the bar close down around us. We head out, I'm in the truck and he gets me back out. So we can kiss in the rain. Can anyone say damn? We get back in the truck - because it is freezing cold and pouring down rain - and end up out towards River Road. Which is closed due to flooding. So we park. Like 16 year-olds. And resume the kissing and talking.
Shit, I'm in deep here, folks!
Then the polite Sheriff's deputy shows up. To make sure we're OK. Yes sir, we're OK. It may take 4WD to get out of the orchard, but we're OK.
The whole deal is amazing. What's so weird about it is that on Wednesday, I sat in the same seat, at the same bar, with afore-mentioned BF and said that I wanted 2006 to be different. That I needed to love deeply this year. That it was time to quit messing around with these emotionally unavailable guys and be open to the possiblities. Yesterday, I was at the grocery store and saw an old mentor and life-long friend, an amazing woman of God and her daughter. We talked about my intention to let my own sense of timing go. And to be open to the impossible. And how I longed for God to meet my heartfelt desires for partnership.
Then I meet J.
Weird, amazing, hopefully, speechless . . . I always have something to say. But today, I can't quit grinning for long enough to say much of anything.
Except this. While I dont want to jinx it. It has to be recorded, just in case.
He might just be the one.
Happy Freakin' New Year!
posted by amykat at 12/31/2005 08:44:00 PM
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