Surprise flowers. Amazing and wonderful.

The development here between his wife and *Guy* is chugging right along. She saw him almost every night last week. And last night on his/her way out the door He saw there were 3 kinds of beer in the fridge. She kept asking when he was leaving.

“The house looks great!” he says to her as he’s getting ready to leave.

“I’m surprised you noticed.” she says, in what I can only assume is a charming tone.

She tells him *Guy* is on his way over for dinner. And brining his kid to play with their kids.

S/he is surprised but happy for his wife. She really likes this guy.

My sweet Misty/boy-side has a giant heart. I think the size of it must scare him like driving a car too fast (but that is just a guess). We talked a lot about his wife, and the situation. I pulled no punches (i blame the mojitos), but I am hopeful. Even though I have pretty strong feels about it, I think there is still great potential.

I guess we’ll just see how things shake out.

I am relaxing in the sun on my deck, listening to the neighbors blare “Welcome to the jungle” by gnr. Birds singing back up.

I bbq’ed dinner for myself. It’s going to be a quiet night. His wife is out with friends tonight (we are both wondering if *Guy* will show up), so he is home with his peeps.

“I wish I could come over.” I typed to him on whatsapp.

“Me 2”, my screen bleeped

and I respond with a kissy face emoticon.

“Soon I hope.” he types back. I’m clutching my phone and my heart aches in my chest. I can’t help thinking that this is fucking crazy. That *Guy* and his kid are invited to dinner and I’m not allowed to the house. I take a deep breath. Kindness. Try to see it from her angle.

S/he tells me *Guy* doesn’t like them sleeping in the same bed. I snorted. I can’t imagine what that looks like going forward for my love and his wife, or if his wife is even entertaining that idea. After a week of seeing *Guy*, that seems heavy handed as fuck of him to even say.

But I think she’s an idiot for not seeing the incredible person right in front of her.

The surprise flowers… S/he remembers my analogy about feeling like a daisy. S/he asks me, as s/he cuddles in from behind what my favourite colour is of the bunch. We both point to the hot pink one at the same time and laugh.

I think s/he is the most beautiful daisy I have ever seen.