Saw B&B tonight. He's growing on me. Is that even appropriate to say? I would hate to think that any guy I was interested in kept going out with me because I was "growing on them," its almost as bad as "learning to love someone,"...but its true and its no secret. Ive told him and he has been a good sport about it. Earlier in the week we were talking about food (yes, this seems to be a favorite topic of mine) and somehow the DoDo's Artichoke Pie came up. He told me "consider it done! or consider it made!" I can't remember which, but I do remember he said he would make it ;) So there I was for date number three, at his immaculately clean house, for artichoke pie (with mayo and lemon "whipped cream") and chicken pasta in a creamy pesto sauce. I swear in the two weeks I have known him, I have gained seven pounds. I even told him this. He laughed and said we won't eat this way every time. He is an amazing cook.
Because B&B lives near a park, I asked him if I could bring Sparky (my dog). He said he insisted on it. He was probably just being nice, but because I am a package deal, it was a very smart response on his part While the artichoke pie was cooking, we took Sparky for a walk. He loved running through the foliage, eating grass and of course rolling in something that looks and smells awful. Suddenly I needed to cough. The bad kind of cough. The kind where mucous screams to be expelled and you can't breathe until it is out. I had a sinus infection weeks ago and even after a series of anti-biotics I am still hacking up treasures that slide down the back of my throat. OMG. Well, here goes. I have to do it. Iif I don't, I am going to pass out or throw up (although perhaps that would be a better option). I tell B&B Im sorry but I have to hack. He says not to worry about it, but I'm worried. So I do my best Wyoming woman cough, hack and spit job. I felt better, although the cough jarred my sinuses and I now I need to blow my nose....bad! I consider using my sleeve while telling him to "look over there!" but its a new Nordstrom Caslon T-shirt, so I decide against it. Nope, I have to do it. I start to gag while debating my decision, but it has to be done. I realize that I am about to take our relationship and his impression of me to a whole other level. A level where once gone, there is no returning. Here I go.... my most perfect and precise farmer blow. In front of my date I close one nostril with my thumb and blow. I learned this trick from my son's father. Aparently, its appropriate to do in the locker room after a football game, not sure it is as appropriate on a date. After its done I am waiting for the response and B&B screams: "NICE!" I am mortified, but realize its better he know my bad habits now right?
Later in the evening B&B told me he married his wife after only three weeks of knowing her. I about died. Now I am worried. Now I start to panic and instantly start thinking of ways to sabotage things. I'm enjoying hanging out with B&B and I love always having someone to call or text ;) but marriage? Of course I want to be married and I bitch about being single all the time, but there is something to be said for "courting." I love it and it is a period that goes so fast and is under appreciated, like kissing. I would much rather have a good make out session than have sex. I'm serious. Its more intimate and more personal than sex. Why do you think prostitutes never kiss? Of course your partner has to be a good kisser as well, or kiss like you do, but when two people kiss the same and your into an orgasmic rhythm together, it is beyond poetry or love songs and truly the best way to express how "into" you I am.
Lesson learned: Always bring tissue in my purse or pockets and be careful what questions I ask my dates. I don't want men to missunderstand my intensions, nor do I want to mislead them.
Sloppy Kisses,
Meriska
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