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| Breakfast in Bed |
I was so looking forward to my night with Crafty, especially after Downtown Hipster. It is so easy to see how there is no chemistry with someone when you have all kinds of crazy chemistry to compare it to.
Everyone Else + Me= No Chemistry
Crafty+ Me= Nobel prize winning Chemistry
I was hoping the equation would continue to be true.
I had to coach that night and so wouldn't see him till late. I told the girls I had to leave at 9. At 9:20, we are still playing, having a good scrimmage, but I have to leave. So I start hearding everyone out the door, and Crafty texts me when he should come over. I can hardly stand it. People are not moving fast enough! My assistant sees me freaking out and so takes the keys from me and tells me to go. She'll lock up. God bless a sister who understands the importance of a booty call!
I threw her the keys and raced home. He was coming over at ten, so I had just enough time to change, put the bread dough I had made in the oven, light candles, and lay out the cheese. And right as I light the last candle, I see his headlights. Game ON!
He comes over, we open the wine he brought and wait for the bread to finish baking. In the meantime, we chit chat about the day, I give him a tour of my house, and then he kisses me. It's soft, sensuous, just the tiniest bit of tongue. So good. What a kisser!
We keep talking as the bread cools and start getting to know each other better. Favorite movies, family anecdotes, scar stories. I really want to ask about his limp. I know he was shot accidentally when he was five, but that's all he ever said about it except that it is personal. I don't want to pry and figure he'll tell me when the time is right.
We slice open the bread, move to the table and proceed to indulge in the greatest combo ever--good cheese, fresh bread, ripe fruit and really great conversation. Truly, I couldn't have felt more satisfied.
We started talking about the worst times of our lives somehow and I told him about my break up with Douchebag, how it brought up all sorts of pain that I had been running from for years. And, although I was terrified, I told him about my past--all the bad men, the unavailable men, the pain they caused me, the pain I caused them, the cheating on both sides, the hunger for attention and the desire to be left alone. I told him how I had lived my life with alot of grey areas and how I had gone on this break from dating so I could clear my head and start to live my life with integrity and clarity.
He, in turn, shared his stories of suffering and heartbreak. It was so remarkable that the two of us, so sarcastic and cynical, could be so kind and genuine with each other. It would have been easy to run from the discomfort of these admissions with jokes and one-liners. We're both great at it. But instead, we really spoke about things that affect us, hurt us. We trusted each other with those stories and it made me feel so close to him. I know he felt the same because at one point he just looked at me and said, "I can't believe this is only the second time we've hung out. I feel like I know so much about you".
He did, however, raise one red flag. He mentioned how after he broke up with his last girlfriend in march, he dated a few girls, letting them know that he didn't know what he wanted from a relationship, or even if he wanted one. And then they would be okay with it for a month or two, until they would have the "talk" with him about where the relationship was going.
So yeah, I am looking for a relationship. He doesn't know what he wants. RED FLAG!!!!!
But we continue to talk and share and laugh until he kisses me again. And then it's unstoppable. We make out like teenagers in the backseat of a Nova for hours. Before we know it, it is 5 AM and he has to be gone by 10. We decide to go to sleep, but before we do, he shows me two last scars. The first is a thirteen inch one on his hip. Apparently, he had a hip reconstruction when he was 16 and will probably have to get a replacement in a decade or so. The second one is the wound from where the bullet entered his spine at the base of his neck. Because of that, he has nerve damage and the growth on his right side is stunted, hence the hip reconstruction. I was touched he chose to share that with me and was glad I didn't push for the story. I like how I am starting to let things happen. In the past i would have made him tell me right away, but I think it was better to have him share it with me in his own time. I was happy he trusted me with it. The last thing I remember is him kissing me on my lips as I drifted off. It was so very nice.
I woke up at 8. Usually I migrate to the other side of my king size bed, leaving acres of real estate between me and the guy. But we were still firmly nestled together. It was so comfortable. We had a couple of hours, so I made him breakfast.
Now, not to toot my own horn, but toot toot. I am a really good cook. But Crafty cooks for a living. So I had to bring out the big guns. I made him Salmon Benedict with a homemade dill hollandaise sauce. Ask me for the recipe. I guarantee a grateful man on the receiving end of this meal. It was insanely good.
I brought him the tray of food and we laid there indulging ourselves as the morning sun filled the room. Very romantic. The breakfast was a big hit. He was happy to have someone cook for him and I was happy to have done it, especially since he has been cooking for other people all week.
At this point, we are both feeling fat and happy so we clear off the bed and go back to sleep for a half an hour. When we wake up again, it's 10 and I know he has to go. But instead, he kisses me. And kisses me. And kisses me. The making out becomes so passionate and I have such deep feelings for him, which is exactly why I should have made him leave. But instead, we talk about my rule. He tells me he is not sleeping with anyone else and doesn't plan on it. And although ideally it there would have a been a further declaration of a relationship, I don't care anymore. We do it.
We are a VERY good match.
Finally he leaves at 12:30 and my assistant is coming to pick me up for a tournament at 12:45. He is driving to Vegas tomorrow for his sister's birthday and works all next week. He doesn't know when I will see him again, since his job is so erratic. Tuesday is a possibility, but I already have a date with Beverly Hills Real Estate Agent.
In fact, i have five more dates lined up. Do I cancel them? Do I go ahead and just see what is out there? Rocket Scientist and I definitely have a few sparks. I see him Thursday night. If Crafty doesn't really want a relationship, then what does that make me to him?
Crafty is probably red flag city. But I feel like I know him. Am I just projecting because I like him so much? These other guys are so much better on paper. Should I give them a chance, or will it be just dishonest since my feelings for Crafty are so strong? I feel like I've gotten myself in a bad situation. And if that is the case, why is it that I can't stop smiling today?
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Posted by datingretard on 2008-01-27 00:48:41 | Rating: | Views: 166
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