So I have decided that the healthiest thing to do is move well on from C. To this effect, I made a special effort to attend his birthday bash. I know, counter intuitive. But it worked. I met a very sweet man there, and have begun a sweet little fling. In keeping with my past, I shall dub him D. D. is very sweet, kind and caring with a little bit of rough around the edges. It adds an air of sweet mystique to his already charming personality.

He is a quintessential soldier. Dedicated to the military and all the misbegotten ideals that come with it. He is intelligent, but comfortable with explaining himself to the lay man. Or woman as the case may be. He is coming out of a recent and devastating divorce, which he claims to delight in, although I have my reservations. We have decided that for now, it is nothing serious, merely a trist with which to keep ourselves distracted. He is quite caring and romantic, though, so I feel often that the lines are being blurred. He admits that he is not seeking love but a form of companionship that he hasn't had in quite a while. I agreed, considering that we are both coming off of bad marriages, with children, and the plethora of mixed emotions this sort of thing incites. 

I find myself breathless with pleasure and anticipation for the first time since the divorce. I am not longing for more or wishing for less or even worse, fighting the mixed urges I am so completely prone to. For once, I have chosen not to overanalyze the situation, but wait for it all to play out on it's own, and enjoy the ride there. I forsee an end at some point, but am not currently invested in knowing or thinking anything more about it. It is a sweet departure from the ordinary for me, and I am delighting in the mix of new sensations.