Last Thursday I met some friends for a glass of wine after work and got home at about 9:30 p.m. I had a missed call from the Boytoy so I gave him a buzz. He'd had a court date that morning and wanted to tell me what happened. We chatted briefly and then he asked me if he could come over and crash on my couch because he had a meeting in downtown the next morning. I was a bit surprised but said sure! Come on over. Since he lives a half hour away, I figured I had plenty of time to tidy up the house and change out of my work suit. But no, the doorbell rang 5 minutes later! Sure enough, there he was - looking a bit sheepish. He said "I know this seems creepy - sorry." He'd been playing basketball only a few minutes away from my house and had his friend drop me off. He said he had been planning to stay at his friend's, but that his friend's girlfriend was mourning a death in the family and it was bad timing. Hmmm.
He took a shower - he had just played b-ball, after all. In that time, I went into my room and threw a bunch of crap into the closet and changed out of my work clothes. I went downstairs to relax on the couch. He joined me when he finished his shower. We talked for a while and things were getting a little flirtatious. Eventually we went upstairs to my room. He tried to sleep on the couch but I wouldn't allow it. My bed is so much more comfortable! I was just being a good hostess. Anyway...we hung out in my room for a while, and then he was falling asleep and it turns out he snores SO loudly! I couldn't handle it so I grabbed a pillow and headed downstairs. I'm not sure I've ever slept on my own couch. It wasn't that comfy, but I am sure I got more sleep than I would have if I'd stayed in my room.
In the morning I snuck into my room, and into my bed. He was cuddly, it was cute. I got ready for work and he got dressed. We left the house together and took light rail into downtown. How romantic...oh yeah. He walked me into my office building and gave me a hug goodbye.
Moral of the story? I love being single...having a hot 25 year old guy come over and spend the night in the middle of the week, totally unexpectedly. Even if it meant I couldn't sleep in my own bed. Good enough that I knew there was a gorgeous naked guy in my bed. Life is good.
Oh - he somehow knows I have a blog and he was asking me if I was going to write about him. I assured him that I'd change his name and that no, he could NOT have the URL :)
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Number 100
When I was much younger, my friend and I wrote lists of the guys we'd kissed. Over the years, our lists both grew, but I could never hope to catch up with her. Until she met The One at age 24 and her list stopped. Yes! Victory was mine. In a surprising show of continuity, I've actually kept the list going. It's kind of fun to look back and see, for example, that I kissed 14 guys in 1993 (I'm estimating). Naturally, my numbers dwindled in the post-college years. There have been some long, long dry spells over the years, believe me. Sometimes, when I write down a new name, I sort of wonder "could this be the last guy on my list?"
I'm somewhat proud to announce that I broke the 3-digit barrier on Sunday night. I had plans with the Boytoy to hang out in his neck of the woods. I headed down to the Delta and arrived at his house (after getting lost) a little after 4 p.m. I brought my bike with me. It was super hot (for mid-April). He was nowhere to be found. I was somewhat dismayed that his sister was home, I was hoping to spend some alone time with him. But whatever. She said he was putting away the lawnmower. He came back and we got ready to head out on our bikes and meet up with his friends on the river. His friend has a pretty sweet boat and there were 6 or 7 people on the boat. I had never met any of them. One of the guys, who BT had also never met, asked me if we were engaged. Yikes! I laughed and said, no, we're friends. Funny.
We cruised around on the river for a while (a while too long for my taste) and BT showed off his wakeboarding skills (not bad, but a little shaky). He has a tattoo of his last name written in cursive across his left breast. His friends teased him...I'm sure he gets that a lot. We finally got off the boat at around 8 pm and we dropped off a couple of his friends because one of them had borrowed his truck. Then we stopped by to pick up our bikes. We went back to his house and started dinner. He barbecued a striped bass, that he had caught (just for me!) the day before. He also grilled asparagus and some potatoes. He opened a bottle of Zin (my favorite - and his, as well) and had classic rock playing through the satellite system. We finally sat down to eat at about 9:30 pm. Fabulous meal, good conversation. What more could I want? Oh - just to make out with the young hottie, that's all.
It was almost midnight (where did the time go??) and I said I should head out. I put my stuff together and he walked me outside. He got my bike from his truck and disassembled it and put it in the backseat of my car. It was gorgeous outside. It's completely dark and really, really quiet. The only sounds were crickets and frogs, and I could see tons of stars. His animals were hanging around - 3 dogs and 2 cats. One of the dogs, a Great Dane, was trying to chase one of the cats and that wasn't going over too well. BT had to discipline the dog and try to get another dog to quit barking. Comedy.
He gave me a hug goodbye and thanked me for coming over. I was a little disappointed - just a hug? Oh well. At least that was a sign that he only thought of me as a friend. No prob. But we kept talking, and we were both leaning against my car, next to each other. I moved over just a tad and was kind of touching his arm area with mine. Then he moved closed to me, and while we were talking, put his arm around me. He was sort of rubbing my side - nice. I hugged him again, and sort of lingered in the hug. He is pretty tall, so I had to make an effort to have my face anywhere near his. I pretty much gave him the opportunity to kiss me, which he did - thank goodness. I was standing as high on my tippy-toes as possible in order to keep kissing him - I was afraid I was going to lose my balance and fall over! The kissing was very nice - soft and sensual. Oh my. Serious chemistry. Uh oh. This continued for a little while - I dunno, a minute or two? Hard to estimate. Then I left...he said something like he would talk to me or see me soon. God I hope so. I had a huge smile on my face as I was driving home - totally giddy.
We e-mailed on Monday and I thanked him for dinner. I said I had a great time, and told him I would return the favor. He wrote back and said "glad I wasn't the only one" with regard to having a great time. I took that as positive. He called me this afternoon, I was at work and my phone was on mute. He left a message. I was ridiculously excited that he called. In his message, he said "hey pretty lady...". How cute. Of course, to him I am a lady. A "ma'am". Oh no! When we were eating dinner he asked me how old I was. He never knew...good thing he doesn't seem to mind.
I called him back tonight and we talked for about half an hour. Good stuff. No future plans were made, but I'm not worried about it. It'll happen. As for number 101? Yeah, that'll happen too.
I'm somewhat proud to announce that I broke the 3-digit barrier on Sunday night. I had plans with the Boytoy to hang out in his neck of the woods. I headed down to the Delta and arrived at his house (after getting lost) a little after 4 p.m. I brought my bike with me. It was super hot (for mid-April). He was nowhere to be found. I was somewhat dismayed that his sister was home, I was hoping to spend some alone time with him. But whatever. She said he was putting away the lawnmower. He came back and we got ready to head out on our bikes and meet up with his friends on the river. His friend has a pretty sweet boat and there were 6 or 7 people on the boat. I had never met any of them. One of the guys, who BT had also never met, asked me if we were engaged. Yikes! I laughed and said, no, we're friends. Funny.
We cruised around on the river for a while (a while too long for my taste) and BT showed off his wakeboarding skills (not bad, but a little shaky). He has a tattoo of his last name written in cursive across his left breast. His friends teased him...I'm sure he gets that a lot. We finally got off the boat at around 8 pm and we dropped off a couple of his friends because one of them had borrowed his truck. Then we stopped by to pick up our bikes. We went back to his house and started dinner. He barbecued a striped bass, that he had caught (just for me!) the day before. He also grilled asparagus and some potatoes. He opened a bottle of Zin (my favorite - and his, as well) and had classic rock playing through the satellite system. We finally sat down to eat at about 9:30 pm. Fabulous meal, good conversation. What more could I want? Oh - just to make out with the young hottie, that's all.
It was almost midnight (where did the time go??) and I said I should head out. I put my stuff together and he walked me outside. He got my bike from his truck and disassembled it and put it in the backseat of my car. It was gorgeous outside. It's completely dark and really, really quiet. The only sounds were crickets and frogs, and I could see tons of stars. His animals were hanging around - 3 dogs and 2 cats. One of the dogs, a Great Dane, was trying to chase one of the cats and that wasn't going over too well. BT had to discipline the dog and try to get another dog to quit barking. Comedy.
He gave me a hug goodbye and thanked me for coming over. I was a little disappointed - just a hug? Oh well. At least that was a sign that he only thought of me as a friend. No prob. But we kept talking, and we were both leaning against my car, next to each other. I moved over just a tad and was kind of touching his arm area with mine. Then he moved closed to me, and while we were talking, put his arm around me. He was sort of rubbing my side - nice. I hugged him again, and sort of lingered in the hug. He is pretty tall, so I had to make an effort to have my face anywhere near his. I pretty much gave him the opportunity to kiss me, which he did - thank goodness. I was standing as high on my tippy-toes as possible in order to keep kissing him - I was afraid I was going to lose my balance and fall over! The kissing was very nice - soft and sensual. Oh my. Serious chemistry. Uh oh. This continued for a little while - I dunno, a minute or two? Hard to estimate. Then I left...he said something like he would talk to me or see me soon. God I hope so. I had a huge smile on my face as I was driving home - totally giddy.
We e-mailed on Monday and I thanked him for dinner. I said I had a great time, and told him I would return the favor. He wrote back and said "glad I wasn't the only one" with regard to having a great time. I took that as positive. He called me this afternoon, I was at work and my phone was on mute. He left a message. I was ridiculously excited that he called. In his message, he said "hey pretty lady...". How cute. Of course, to him I am a lady. A "ma'am". Oh no! When we were eating dinner he asked me how old I was. He never knew...good thing he doesn't seem to mind.
I called him back tonight and we talked for about half an hour. Good stuff. No future plans were made, but I'm not worried about it. It'll happen. As for number 101? Yeah, that'll happen too.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Picnic
I talked to the Boytoy today to confirm we are on for Sunday - our bike ride and dinner. He wanted me to come over in the morning, since it's going to be "hot" - 85 degrees, please. That is mild for Sacramento. I told him I had a bridal shower luncheon and could be there at 3:30 pm at the earliest. He said he was planning a picnic. A picnic! How adorable. I said that he promised to make me dinner and I was holding him to it. I also asked him to let me know if he thought he might be in jail over the weekend, seeing as how last time we had dinner plans, he was in the joint. He was 50% certain that he would not be behind bars on Sunday. Good enough. Oh my gosh. I have NEVER fantasized about a guy the way I do about him. But I don't want a "relationship" with him...just meaningless physical activity. I told him we could still have a picnic for dinner, and he said, oh yeah, we can eat outside. I said eating outside is the same thing as a picnic. I'm right now picturing us sitting on a blanket in his backyard, surrounded by an orchard and looking at tons of stars above. And then spontaneously making out. Mmmm...
I went to dinner tonight with a bunch of old people from the conference I'm attending. I kind of regretted it but then the bill was taken care of so it worked out for the best. Lots of wine and I ordered clam chowder (we were at a touristy restaurant on Fisherman's Wharf here in Monterey) that was way too fattening, all I could taste was full-fat cream and butter - ugh. The Grgich Hills Zin was nice. Zin is my favorite wine. I told a random story about a nudist resort and I inadvertently practically yelled out "NUDIST RESORT" so everyone at the table could hear me. Oops. Apparently half the restaurant heard me too. The two pre-teen boys at the table next to ours were all ears. It was a total faux pas. Oh well, kids have to learn this stuff sometime. Good times for the parents. "Daddy, what's a NUDIST RESORT?"
I went for a walk this morning in a beautiful park near my hotel. Much to my horror, the park was full of homeless, scary looking men who looked like they wanted to rape and strangle me and leave me for dead in the wooded ravine below. Yikes. Fortunately I survived. I am getting used to living in this hotel. I love traveling for work, despite the scary morning hike. I do kind of miss Sebastian, though.
I went to dinner tonight with a bunch of old people from the conference I'm attending. I kind of regretted it but then the bill was taken care of so it worked out for the best. Lots of wine and I ordered clam chowder (we were at a touristy restaurant on Fisherman's Wharf here in Monterey) that was way too fattening, all I could taste was full-fat cream and butter - ugh. The Grgich Hills Zin was nice. Zin is my favorite wine. I told a random story about a nudist resort and I inadvertently practically yelled out "NUDIST RESORT" so everyone at the table could hear me. Oops. Apparently half the restaurant heard me too. The two pre-teen boys at the table next to ours were all ears. It was a total faux pas. Oh well, kids have to learn this stuff sometime. Good times for the parents. "Daddy, what's a NUDIST RESORT?"
I went for a walk this morning in a beautiful park near my hotel. Much to my horror, the park was full of homeless, scary looking men who looked like they wanted to rape and strangle me and leave me for dead in the wooded ravine below. Yikes. Fortunately I survived. I am getting used to living in this hotel. I love traveling for work, despite the scary morning hike. I do kind of miss Sebastian, though.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Just Friends
My nearly 44-year-old ex-boyfriend is dating a 26-year-old. I don't know why this bothers me, but it kind of does. What do they talk about? I mean, he was 9 years older than me to begin with. It's like he gets older but the women stay the same age. So unfair. One consolation is that he's dying his hair. I'm a little embarrassed for him. He looked fine last time I saw him, with salt and pepper in his dark brown (receding) hair. Much to my surprise, the gray is gone and has been replaced with an obvious looking reddish-brown dye. Not a good look.
So I go down to L.A. to stay with him for a weekend (just as friends...those feelings have long since disappeared) and he sends me a text when I was out shopping to let me know it's going to be a "full house" since "the girlfriend" is spending the night. Wha?? He never mentioned this girlfriend before. I really think he should have brought this up in conversation at some point! I felt really awkward about the whole thing. I was at the apartment when they walked in. She's a petite Filipino woman with long hair and huge fake boobs. NICE. I thought she looked like she was in her late 30s.
The next morning (I left the house to take a bike ride before she woke up) I was chatting with Greg and he says "so you met my 26-year-old plaything" kind of laughing. I said, "Oh, I thought she was at least 36!" Seriously. Apparently they are not serious and they've only been going out for a couple of months. Still, I think he should have mentioned her before instead of just springing it on me. Oh well.
I have a date with a younger man this weekend, so there! At least, I think it's a date. We're going for a bike ride and then he's cooking me dinner. But he has referred to me as 'just"his friend, so who knows. In my experience, guys don't invite girls over for dinner unless they have some sort of romantic interest. I've been wrong before (oh so many times) but we shall see.
So I go down to L.A. to stay with him for a weekend (just as friends...those feelings have long since disappeared) and he sends me a text when I was out shopping to let me know it's going to be a "full house" since "the girlfriend" is spending the night. Wha?? He never mentioned this girlfriend before. I really think he should have brought this up in conversation at some point! I felt really awkward about the whole thing. I was at the apartment when they walked in. She's a petite Filipino woman with long hair and huge fake boobs. NICE. I thought she looked like she was in her late 30s.
The next morning (I left the house to take a bike ride before she woke up) I was chatting with Greg and he says "so you met my 26-year-old plaything" kind of laughing. I said, "Oh, I thought she was at least 36!" Seriously. Apparently they are not serious and they've only been going out for a couple of months. Still, I think he should have mentioned her before instead of just springing it on me. Oh well.
I have a date with a younger man this weekend, so there! At least, I think it's a date. We're going for a bike ride and then he's cooking me dinner. But he has referred to me as 'just"his friend, so who knows. In my experience, guys don't invite girls over for dinner unless they have some sort of romantic interest. I've been wrong before (oh so many times) but we shall see.
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