Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Could This Be THE ONE?

Oh dear, my precious readers. Did I find THE ONE? You know what I mean, THE one. The one and only. It's almost scary to think about. At my advanced age, I never thought I would find the one. I mean, I found him once and he left this earth at a tender age. I don't think I ever believed there was another one out there for me. Oh sure, I continued to search, date, have fun. I never thought I would find HIM.

Truth be told, I found him seven years ago. But he wasn't the one back then. He was just some guy that my best friend told me to stay away from (really!), telling me he was bad news, a womanizer, what-have-you. And being my best friend, I knew she had my best interests at heart. Oh sure, he had been around. I could tell that just by looking at him. He'd been ridden hard and put away wet. Several times. Who was I to judge though? I'd been around the block a couple times too. I let it go, and didn't think twice.

Then came summer. Remember my post about summer love? Keep that in the back of your mind.

So I saw him again, at the same annual party I saw him at seven years ago (I missed the years in between). But this time, my friend encouraged me to talk to him. Not because he was any better news for me, but because she wanted something out of him and he already knew SHE didn't like him. So there it was. I chatted him up a bit. Got a feel for what kind of person he was. Folks, he's out there. WAY out there. Life of the party. Every woman wanted him. We drank, we danced. What can I say, I invited the party to my room. And never, ever, EVER had I been made to feel so good. Wow, I could see why women went to crazy over him. Hell, I was ready to go crazy. But you know me friends, I'm calm, cool, collected. After all, he doesn't live here. He lives down south (yes, down there too, but really, like in the southern states).

Okay Lady, don't get too swept away. No problem. I have my shit together. The next day we had some sober time and we started talking. Wow. He's not wild and crazy after all. He's a gentle soul. Who knew? I surely didn't. I liked him. He bared his soul to me and I caressed it like I cared. And it scared me. But we exchanged numbers anyway and *gasp* I called him first.

I saw him a week later briefly at the aforementioned friend's house. Nothing too much went on, just socializing. No feeling good. Damn. But I got a nice kiss out of the deal.

We agree to get together again the evening before he flew home. A couple snags in the plans, but we end up together. I didn't know it was humanly possible, but he took me to new heights of ecstasy. By the dawn of a new day, he was Big Daddy. Seriously folks, and I don't use stupid terms like that. But there is no other name for him. Big Daddy it was. And he never made it to the plane.

We've been together every weekend since. People are amazed to see him (and ME!) with the same person week after week. We can't keep our hands off each other. We talk incessantly. We laugh, we kiss, we hold hands, we cuddle, we.... dare I say it..... LOVE. Folks, it's a beautiful thing. The scariest moment came this past weekend when I actually responded to something he never even said. We were sitting together in a restaurant and saw something transpire between two people and I immediately said, "don't do it.....". He looked at me incredulously, trying to figure out how I knew what he was thinking. How the hell did I know? I had no idea how I knew what he was thinking. I just did. I FELT it.

Remember the Summer Lovin blog? Well, that gentleman got in touch with me last week. I agreed to see him. He walked in while I was having drinks with my Aren't We Friends blog. We're all chummy, having a good time. Me and Summer Lovin decide to go to his place. Folks, I couldn't do it. I had to leave. Big Daddy was on my mind, and I realized that I didn't need anyone else.

I tell Big Daddy about what happened. He wasn't happy that I agreed to meet Summer Lovin, but he was happy I stopped when I did. He said, "that's it, you're mine and I'm yours". I couldn't have said it better myself.

We recently talked about moving in together. I mean, he can't be a guest in his friend's house forever, right? Can I be..... oh man.... settling down?