
| Okay, so it’s been over four months since my first date with Sir L. We have hit a couple bumps in the road due to the fact that he is just ending a seven/eight year marriage. I have been single for eight years. He’s a little jaded and I’ve been jaded for years. Then throw in the fact that I have a teenage boy and he has two young daughters and… well, it just gets a little messy and even scarier. That being said… after four solid months I’m still as smitten with him as I was after the first month. With time, we haven’t burnt out. The new isn’t gone. Quite the opposite, we seem to be even more in tune with each other. |


| I love to play footsie with him under the table at restaurants. I love it when he makes me coffee and leaves me sweet little notes on my folded clothes. I love that when we’ve had a fabulous evening/morning together he proudly wears a pin that states, “Happy Camper.” I love his absurdly long hair. I love the funky hats he wears. I love the energy that surrounds him. I love that he will still play board games with me even though I continually kick his butt. I love that he watches me with yearning when I beat the hell out of the Rock Band drums. I love to clean his house. I love to cook for him… sometimes. HA I love that he embraces and accepts my male energy as well as my female energy. So many men only love the girlie girls. You can put a dress on me but you can’t remove the tomboy. I love that when I occasionally (HA) freak out he takes the time to see it for what it truly is… like fear or missing him. I love that he makes me feel so unbelievably desirable and sexy even though I don’t see myself that way. I love it when he speaks of his baby girls with such passion that tears threaten to escape the corners of his eyes. I love that my odd hobbies and passions do not freak him out or scare him. Instead he embraces my oddness. You know, I think I’m still a little in shock. I’m pinching myself at this very moment. Cindy Callinsky |
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