Life is going super well, maybe that’s why the blog has
been very quiet. Dr. Head is doing wonders for my mood, no tears in MONTHS and
she’s great with giving me the tools to deal with unfavorable situations that
used to drive my anxiety quotient off the charts. It’s been a hard row to hoe
for some but the “new communications plan” that I put into effect is best for
me, and that’s how I roll these days.
Along with my good humor the dating goddesses have smiled
warmly upon my rosy cheeks and sent me a man who ummmm…. makes my eyes sparkle
and my mouth turn into a permanent grin. I think I may be smitten, and I KNOW
for sure I am being wooed.
Last I wrote Mr. Woods was making my toes curl with his
sexy bad ass ways and smooth charm, but that coolness became cold and the bad
ass became boring. Mr. Woods allusive coyness was not worth my time so we let
that thing fizzle out. It was fun and Mr. Woods played a HUGE part in resuscitating
my swagger but without the proper amount of real live face time my crush
quickly petered out. I went on a few more dates; nothing special came of any of
them until I met Sweets on the Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend. Sweets is
charming and unassuming but with a solid confidence that really rocks my boat.
At first his enthusiastic energy was a bit frantic but quickly it grew on me or
maybe his edge softened a bit, either way I’m digging his exuberance and delight
in his optimistic cheeriness.
Sweets is my age, divorced father of two, with a career
in finance and a head of crimson hair. He seems to delight in my dorky love of
all things ridiculous, from our first real date riding the tram to Roosevelt
Island to visit the FDR memorial to my habit of breaking into TV jingles from
the 70’s. He holds my hand when we walk down the street and helps me on and off
with my coat. Doors open, chairs are attended to and the bill is always paid
with Sweets commenting, “It’s my privilege to pay the check.” HOW DID I GET
HIM?! Will you all allow me to gloat even more and say that the man has a
triathlete’s body that intimidates me to shame once we head behind doors “after
hours”? CRAP, Sweets is blowing my mind and warming my heart and it frightens
me to think of all the ways I could screw this up. I don’t want to screw it up,
I want it to keep going and growing and exploring. I try to relax and just let
the “liking” happen but it’s so hard for me to believe that it is all so real.
Before my tween like babbling fills 10 more pages of blog
I’ll end with this last little tidbit – after our second date Sweets mailed me
a hand written note thanking me for a “spectacularly splendid evening”…. Seriously
Sweets, you have me fully.
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