What she doesn't know.....

She knows we held hands. She thinks it was a long goodbye in her driveway. What she doesn't know is it was actually a very long hello. Yeah, I like him. And no it's not a rebound from Him. It's more like my heart and my mind being open to new possibilities. It's more a case of me opening the door. It's more a case of me seeing him for him and not always comparing him to Him. Know what I mean? The chains have broken, mostly. The way is paved for better things.

And better things it was. It was technically our third date. Sort of. 2 of the dates were with his sister and her hubby, but it's still been all good. He is quiet, shy. Not very talkative but not boring. When he is comfortable he comes out of his shell. He is attentive. Thoughtful. A good kisser. He didn't want the night to end. "would you like to come over to my place?" Ummmm....I'm thinking to myself that I probably shouldn't but the evening was going so well that I didn't want it to end either. So I followed him the 2-3 miles to his place. It's nice and he is an immaculate housekeeper. He's got an obsession that I can't talk about here but let's just say he is a collector. Not a perversion or anything like that.

I planned on staying maybe an hour or so. That was at 11pm. It was 3am before I was lucid enough to know that both dogs were on the bed with us. We're not as sick as that sounds but the dogs were that tired. They slept together at the bottom of the bed. About 6:30 the babies needed to go out and parting was such sweet sorrow. We both got up but were soon back in each other's arms. I asked if he wanted to get breakfast. I could feel him grin against my ear. "I know what I want for breakfast"

We stood swaying, holding each other. It was such a change. Human contact in it's most intimate. He held my hands, touched my face, looked in my eyes and knew how to bide his time. He touched me all over but had a way of making me feel like this could be a good thing. A long term thing. We crawled back into bed, fully clothed and just snuggled. We woke up about 4 hours later and the dance started all over again. Finally about 11:30am he says "looks like we missed breakfast". Yeah we did. And boy am I glad. We talked about getting up. We argued over whose turn it was to let out the dogs. I liked laying there and watching him walk away, comfortable in his nudity. We finally got up and fixed lunch around 1pm. He's cute and quirky and I couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

By 2pm, we were laying on the couch, watching TV. I slept in his arms. He stroked my hair. It was nice. It was normal. It was comforting. It was peaceful. It was natural.

She doesn't know that the long goodbye that started in her driveway at 10:30pm didn't actually end until a little after 3pm the next day. That's our secret. I will tell her, someday. For now it's best left unsaid for too much knowledge and pressure may pop that bubble.