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.
Sir L.
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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