I was telling my friend about my upcoming Saturday night plans. He knows my fears, and he sent me this. I love it.
I’m going to change. Whatever happens on Saturday will undoubtedly change me. How, I am unsure.
I’m afraid and excited.
I have thought about it… What’s the worst thing that could happen? You know what I’m just as afraid of? The best thing.
5 Years Ago…
- I was rebuilding my life from the still smoking rubble from the end of my marriage.
- I was healing from a crazy love that had me questioning my sanity.
- I was learning to be 100% self reliant
- I was Roller Coaster Excited (the kind where you are kind of terrified at the same time) about the future… at 40, I felt like the world was just starting to open up to me, and I was ready to receive.
I did not foresee the amazing changes in my life. And as I jumped through and over flaming hoops of divorce and the hurdles of single parenting, I found a boy who likes being a girl and fell in love with her/him. And we have been adventuring and changing our stars for the last five years, together, supporting and nurturing each other along the way.
And like the best stories, there have been hard times – seemingly insurmountable odds. And if you and I ever get to sit and have a beer, I’ll share the whole sordid tale. I promise it’s a good one. And the best part? It is, ultimately, incredibly happy, sexy, romantic and fun.
This last Friday (the 27th) we had out 5th year anniversary of the night we met. We had been crazy busy all day, me with work, him with his kids, and it was getting late in the evening and we kept saying “We need to get out and do something for our day!”. We were all geared up to go to a local sex party when the plan fell through – so dinner and dancing were up next.
At 9:45 we hustle to a favourite restaurant of ours, a Mediterranean/Middle Eastern place (the best falafels I’ve had outside of NYC), but we can only get take out at that time of night, so we get it to go.
“Do you need cutlery?”
Boy-side replies with a “No thank you.”, but I ask for some afterwards, and Boy-side raises his eyebrows at me.
“Let’s go find a place outside to eat – maybe a park?” I say in response to his eyebrow-look.
“Oh! That sounds lovely” he smiles at me, and kisses me on the forehead.
I’m all dressed up heals as we head into the park. The moon is full and bright in the sky, and has an orange-y hue to it. We find a bench, unpack our dinners, eat and talk about all kinds of things, including what was the favourite part of the last 5 years.
“Really having a partner.” He says to me, looking in my eyes and taking my hand.
We finish our food and play on the swings, he’s getting a text from an old lover who is hoping he’ll come by for some sex. He texts her back that he’s excited for her to meet me, and she cancels, and says she’s looking forward to meeting me another time. We talk about the texts and his sexy past with the girl/old lover who is half his age, it was fun and lighthearted and I love the wild, sexual thing that he is. It excites me, and I never want to tame it.
It is a hot night and we dodge the sprinklers, that are now in full force throughout the park, back to the car, laughing and shouting out all the way.
Then it was on to dancing at the local club, that just happens to be a country bar. Which is neither of our thing, but we go for the upbeat tunes and people watching. There is a band, and they played fun upbeat music that had us on the dance floor a lot.
Normally I can never tell if someone is flirting with me, but there was a girl there who made no bones about it. She made the heart sign with her hands a few times at me, blew me a kiss, asked me to dance a few times (which I did), and when she was chatting with Boy-side and I, when he mentioned we were partners, she skedaddled.
“Holy shit – did we ever cock block each other tonight.” I joked with him, which made him laugh out loud. We had a fantastic night.
As we drove home at 2:30am, I looked over at him, the streetlights flashing on his beautiful face as we drive on the mostly deserted streets home to his house, “I don’t think I will ever forget our 5th Anniversary – take out in the park and a country bar?” and that makes him laugh hard.
“Yeah, it is definitely unforgettable.”
And we hadn’t even gotten naked yet.