Thursday I got up earlier to deal with the dogs, then crawled back into bed beside The Southern Gentleman. The dogs of course had to check out the man in their mummy's bed. He was very kind to their cold, wet nose wake up calls.
We lounged and then got ready. Of course I had to walk around the house a wee bit wrapped only in my bath towel. I tried on some of his wares. He asked for my ring sizes which I happily spilt forth; he was a bit surprised I knew the size for each my bony fingers.
It was time for lunch, so we headed to my favorite little taco stop and ate outside. From there we headed downtown to do a bit of window shopping for The Southern Gentleman’s business. We went in and out of boutique shops, everywhere shop keepers assumed we were a pair. He bought me a small little piece of art in one shop. A little piece I keep on the ledge above the kitchen sink so I can see it every day and think of The Southern Gentleman.
From there, we went to the river and walked by the river a bit. He wanted to go to the river. This made me think about past references to the river. We watched the few dogs swimming and enjoyed the cool breeze off the water. It was a rather quiet contemplative time.
We headed home to get cleaned up for the magazine happy hour. We had less the good tequila cocktails, some appetizers, and perused the furniture store, which happened to be full of Asian pieces that both of us gravitated to like moths to a flame. In simply shopping for furniture, the similar influences of our lives were brought to the forefront.
The entire day was full of conversation. Very easy flowing. He simply fits right in to my world.
From there we were going to head to the Broke Spoke; however, we stopped for late dinner at a small place, thus never making it to the bar to dance. We headed home for another evening of me being entangled in his arms.
07 April 2008
02 April 2008
this time last week...
Pour yourself a nice little cocktail, pull up a chair and I will share my lovely mini-break with The Southern Gentleman.
Go head, pour a little more booze in your glass. You need a proper drink. A bit of a kick never hurt anyone, other than maybe me on Friday night.
So the arrival on Wednesday afternoon. I looked adorable and feminine and soft and all those sorts of good things. He called in the morning when he was driving to the airport. Anticipation was palpable from both of us. During his call, The Southern Gentleman tells me, "I look a little different than last time. Something changed." I figured facial hair since that seems to be what changes when he is abroad. He tells me to guess to which I coyly tell him that I'd rather keep it a surprise for when I see him with my baby blues.
Of course, shit hit the fan at work the previous day and I was working like a dog to make sure everything was done so I could get out a bit early from my chains to fetch him. Only had a few straggling things to finish that evening and we'd be set.
I left later than planned but it gave him time to get his checked bag. I slowly drive along the pickup area looking for him and poof! the vision sitting out front - tanned skin, tall, muscular frame - oh this man is pure yumminess to the eye. He spies me as well and immediately he there before me and he envelopes me in a huge hug. The change was that he had a few blond (more orange) highlights on the front of his hair... no great shakes.
Immediately we are in the car heading to my house and we pick up as if it were only weeks since we'd seen each other - and not the 6 months that is reality. It was grand. I give him the tour of the house and he met the hounds. The hounds simply adore The Southern Gentleman. Especially the big hound. She was virtually trying to jump in his lap and give him kisses (which is very much out of character for her). If I did not know better, I would swear she understood when I told her for weeks that her new and forever daddy was coming to see her. The Southern Gentleman enjoyed them - that was genuine.
We talked a bit and then I went to finish my work in my 'home office', while he read on the couch and subsequently fell asleep on the couch. On Sunday, The Southern Gentleman got home from a long weekend in Sin City and he was exhausted. I woke him up and we decided to make dinner at home. We ran to the store, grabbed some steaks, lettuce, and stone crab claws. It was so fabulous! We were in the kitchen together and it was perfecto... felt more than natural.
He fed me stone crab claws. Our dear Southern Gentleman insisted he crack them all. I could get used to be cherished like that. More balance than I've ever known. After dinner we just stood in and talked and talked - catching up on the past 6 months in depth.
This house only has one bed. My plan was he'd sleep in the bed and I'd take the comfy couch. The Southern Gentleman was insistent that we share the little bed. He was the first under the covers and I followed after getting the hounds settled. I crawled in and he immediately cuddled with me.
It felt so good to have him right there next to me, enveloping me. My heart sang and simultaneously jumped out of my chest with pure excitement. No, no horizontal shenanigans occurred. But more on my theory of that later. I fell asleep surrounded by bliss and peace knowing that that very feeling at that very moment is a feeling that I will soon know daily. I am sure I slept with a smile on my face that night....
Go head, pour a little more booze in your glass. You need a proper drink. A bit of a kick never hurt anyone, other than maybe me on Friday night.
So the arrival on Wednesday afternoon. I looked adorable and feminine and soft and all those sorts of good things. He called in the morning when he was driving to the airport. Anticipation was palpable from both of us. During his call, The Southern Gentleman tells me, "I look a little different than last time. Something changed." I figured facial hair since that seems to be what changes when he is abroad. He tells me to guess to which I coyly tell him that I'd rather keep it a surprise for when I see him with my baby blues.
Of course, shit hit the fan at work the previous day and I was working like a dog to make sure everything was done so I could get out a bit early from my chains to fetch him. Only had a few straggling things to finish that evening and we'd be set.
I left later than planned but it gave him time to get his checked bag. I slowly drive along the pickup area looking for him and poof! the vision sitting out front - tanned skin, tall, muscular frame - oh this man is pure yumminess to the eye. He spies me as well and immediately he there before me and he envelopes me in a huge hug. The change was that he had a few blond (more orange) highlights on the front of his hair... no great shakes.
Immediately we are in the car heading to my house and we pick up as if it were only weeks since we'd seen each other - and not the 6 months that is reality. It was grand. I give him the tour of the house and he met the hounds. The hounds simply adore The Southern Gentleman. Especially the big hound. She was virtually trying to jump in his lap and give him kisses (which is very much out of character for her). If I did not know better, I would swear she understood when I told her for weeks that her new and forever daddy was coming to see her. The Southern Gentleman enjoyed them - that was genuine.
We talked a bit and then I went to finish my work in my 'home office', while he read on the couch and subsequently fell asleep on the couch. On Sunday, The Southern Gentleman got home from a long weekend in Sin City and he was exhausted. I woke him up and we decided to make dinner at home. We ran to the store, grabbed some steaks, lettuce, and stone crab claws. It was so fabulous! We were in the kitchen together and it was perfecto... felt more than natural.
He fed me stone crab claws. Our dear Southern Gentleman insisted he crack them all. I could get used to be cherished like that. More balance than I've ever known. After dinner we just stood in and talked and talked - catching up on the past 6 months in depth.
This house only has one bed. My plan was he'd sleep in the bed and I'd take the comfy couch. The Southern Gentleman was insistent that we share the little bed. He was the first under the covers and I followed after getting the hounds settled. I crawled in and he immediately cuddled with me.
It felt so good to have him right there next to me, enveloping me. My heart sang and simultaneously jumped out of my chest with pure excitement. No, no horizontal shenanigans occurred. But more on my theory of that later. I fell asleep surrounded by bliss and peace knowing that that very feeling at that very moment is a feeling that I will soon know daily. I am sure I slept with a smile on my face that night....
31 March 2008
more later...
the southern gentleman's visit was good. low key but good.
i definitely had a level of expectation that was way out of the stratosphere, which kinda marred the goodness factor a bit until i re-grounded myself.
he was tired from his party-like-a-rock-star trip the previous weekend. so the mood was a little on the tired side.
we had a few interesting conversations... generalities as opposed to using each other's names...
we are still planning our holiday abroad. he said he'd come back to SxSWland before i leave. most importantly, he called me last night when he finally arrived home. we spoke about 20 minutes and all the while he had this dreamy quality to his voice.
moral of the story, i learned that we are operating on his schedule and not mine. his schedule is moving at a different pace than mine. obviously, i must continue to work on my patience... that damn 'p' word i love so much :(
as the title implies, i will connect the dots of our weekend later this evening...
i definitely had a level of expectation that was way out of the stratosphere, which kinda marred the goodness factor a bit until i re-grounded myself.
he was tired from his party-like-a-rock-star trip the previous weekend. so the mood was a little on the tired side.
we had a few interesting conversations... generalities as opposed to using each other's names...
we are still planning our holiday abroad. he said he'd come back to SxSWland before i leave. most importantly, he called me last night when he finally arrived home. we spoke about 20 minutes and all the while he had this dreamy quality to his voice.
moral of the story, i learned that we are operating on his schedule and not mine. his schedule is moving at a different pace than mine. obviously, i must continue to work on my patience... that damn 'p' word i love so much :(
as the title implies, i will connect the dots of our weekend later this evening...
24 March 2008
Another 48 Hours
48 hours from now....
... The Southern Gentleman will be here
... We will have already finished one cocktail
... He will have met the dogs
... I will have given him a tour of my new temporary digs
... I will be pouring our second cocktail
... We will be catching up on life in the past six months since we've seen each other
... Deep conversations to follow
... hopefully change will be afoot
... The Southern Gentleman will be here
... We will have already finished one cocktail
... He will have met the dogs
... I will have given him a tour of my new temporary digs
... I will be pouring our second cocktail
... We will be catching up on life in the past six months since we've seen each other
... Deep conversations to follow
... hopefully change will be afoot
19 March 2008
a week from today...
the southern gentleman arrives.
i am full of emotions. excitement. giddiness. anticipation. nervousness. eager. scared. disbelief that is laced with joy. full-on pms does not help any of this either.
facing the reality that my world is truly changing, evolving. ready to let him in; ready to jump off that cliff, unsure of what lays waiting for me below but knowing deep within my being that this jump will end with a safe landing.
finding myself surprised at the level of belief i have, the faith, the knowing. have never been an 'all chips on one red square' kind-of girl. but in this situation, i wholeheartedly am.
the high level itinerary is assembled. the easter basket should arrive today. he is off for a brief holiday tomorrow as am i.
and a week from today, fireworks will go off when he arrives at SxSWland...
i am full of emotions. excitement. giddiness. anticipation. nervousness. eager. scared. disbelief that is laced with joy. full-on pms does not help any of this either.
facing the reality that my world is truly changing, evolving. ready to let him in; ready to jump off that cliff, unsure of what lays waiting for me below but knowing deep within my being that this jump will end with a safe landing.
finding myself surprised at the level of belief i have, the faith, the knowing. have never been an 'all chips on one red square' kind-of girl. but in this situation, i wholeheartedly am.
the high level itinerary is assembled. the easter basket should arrive today. he is off for a brief holiday tomorrow as am i.
and a week from today, fireworks will go off when he arrives at SxSWland...
14 March 2008
Things
Hot off the presses from CheddarX:
Name 5 things you are looking forward to
1. The Southern Gentleman’s upcoming visit (T-minus 12 days! 12!)
2. The Bluebonnets blooming in abundance
3. The day when The Southern Gentleman and I are an official item
4. Obtaining my job certification (but I have to finish the paperwork first…)
5. Embarking on a new chapter in my life
Name 4 things you wish you could do again
1. My 33rd birthday weekend – it was fabulous
2. Instead of going along with ex-leech to the frozen tundra, insisted we went to my adopted uncle’s memorial
3. Made a trip to see Goofy Buddy before he died
4. The Montevideo holiday... heavenly sangria and juicy red meat... yum!
Name 3 experiences you wish you could share with your SO
1. The heart filling joy coming home to my dogs gives me, daily
2. An understanding of how truly happy hearing his voice makes me
3. Several of my past world travel adventures
Name 2 things you wish you hadn't said
1. My Christmas work-related meltdown
2. Telling Montana Man about The Southern Gentleman’s first visit
Name 1 thing that keeps you from going completely insane
1. Knowing that tomorrow will be better with the help of my pal, the vodka martini
Name 5 things you are looking forward to
1. The Southern Gentleman’s upcoming visit (T-minus 12 days! 12!)
2. The Bluebonnets blooming in abundance
3. The day when The Southern Gentleman and I are an official item
4. Obtaining my job certification (but I have to finish the paperwork first…)
5. Embarking on a new chapter in my life
Name 4 things you wish you could do again
1. My 33rd birthday weekend – it was fabulous
2. Instead of going along with ex-leech to the frozen tundra, insisted we went to my adopted uncle’s memorial
3. Made a trip to see Goofy Buddy before he died
4. The Montevideo holiday... heavenly sangria and juicy red meat... yum!
Name 3 experiences you wish you could share with your SO
1. The heart filling joy coming home to my dogs gives me, daily
2. An understanding of how truly happy hearing his voice makes me
3. Several of my past world travel adventures
Name 2 things you wish you hadn't said
1. My Christmas work-related meltdown
2. Telling Montana Man about The Southern Gentleman’s first visit
Name 1 thing that keeps you from going completely insane
1. Knowing that tomorrow will be better with the help of my pal, the vodka martini
12 March 2008
Remembering Routine
Life has been hectic.
Work has ramped up. Each work day is growing closer to a twelve hour day. Without internet access at home (besides trying to eat up the weak unencrypted signal that is only available at the front of the house), I have not been turning on the computer in the evening.
I forgot how much responsibility the dogs are... like the amount of potty breaks. In the morning, simply putting them outside when we wake up and then again before I leave for the office consumes a minimum of 15 minutes on a good day. 15 minutes that I - a very non-morning person - cannot afford to lose. At least we are all starting to get into a routine finally. I have resorted to setting up a lot of things at night to ease the morning rush... makes me feel so very soccer mom :( Funny but sad, how a routine make life somehow a bit easier...
But in the things to look forward to department, The Southern Gentleman arrives two weeks from today!! (still squealing with delight!) I have several things to do in preparation for his arrival, like keep house, clean dogs, stock food, acquire copious amounts of liquor, and look ravishing. Obviously, the next two weeks will be very busy, but that will only make the days go by faster and our tall, dark, and handsome Southern Gentleman will be here before we know it!
At least I know what I will be wearing to fetch him from the airport... my other Steve Madden dress, black patent leather heels, and my new intoxicating Cartier perfume... dee-lish!
Work has ramped up. Each work day is growing closer to a twelve hour day. Without internet access at home (besides trying to eat up the weak unencrypted signal that is only available at the front of the house), I have not been turning on the computer in the evening.
I forgot how much responsibility the dogs are... like the amount of potty breaks. In the morning, simply putting them outside when we wake up and then again before I leave for the office consumes a minimum of 15 minutes on a good day. 15 minutes that I - a very non-morning person - cannot afford to lose. At least we are all starting to get into a routine finally. I have resorted to setting up a lot of things at night to ease the morning rush... makes me feel so very soccer mom :( Funny but sad, how a routine make life somehow a bit easier...
But in the things to look forward to department, The Southern Gentleman arrives two weeks from today!! (still squealing with delight!) I have several things to do in preparation for his arrival, like keep house, clean dogs, stock food, acquire copious amounts of liquor, and look ravishing. Obviously, the next two weeks will be very busy, but that will only make the days go by faster and our tall, dark, and handsome Southern Gentleman will be here before we know it!
At least I know what I will be wearing to fetch him from the airport... my other Steve Madden dress, black patent leather heels, and my new intoxicating Cartier perfume... dee-lish!
05 March 2008
Supporting the Girls
A few weeks ago, I sucked up my body issues and marched into Victoria’s. After my weight gain and subsequent weight loss, I have been residing in bra limbo. The fat bras are too big; the skinny bras remain a smidge tight – that’s what the final five pounds desperately clinging to my body will do.
I subjected myself to getting fitted. Yes, I let the pencil thin Vickie’s sales girl attack me with her measuring tape. I had been dreading it due the unknown of it all. Pre-weight gain, I was a 34B. I liked being a 34B – I could run around without a bra on and not look too gross. As you can tell, I am not a fan of hauling around big knockers. A padded bra is quite alright by me.
She measured everything twice, then a third time, which only added to my dread. “Well, you are between sizes.” Great! Story of my life any more… damn you, you five pounds! “I think you would do best in a 34C as opposed to a 36B.”
Did she say 34C? The heavens opened ever so slightly sending down a teensy ray of hope… 34 is part of my world again! 34C is close enough to 34B for me these days. My dread has lifted. I bought a bunch of bras with my 5 year old Vicki’s gift certificate – a remnant from my bridal shower returns.
Having bras that truly fit again is a wondrous thing. Opening my bra drawer every morning and actually having choices is sublime. Some sort of switch flipped in this experience and in a small way I am ok with that part of my body now. And depending on how things go on The Southern Gentleman’s upcoming holiday, some of those bras and panties may just see the light of day…
I subjected myself to getting fitted. Yes, I let the pencil thin Vickie’s sales girl attack me with her measuring tape. I had been dreading it due the unknown of it all. Pre-weight gain, I was a 34B. I liked being a 34B – I could run around without a bra on and not look too gross. As you can tell, I am not a fan of hauling around big knockers. A padded bra is quite alright by me.
She measured everything twice, then a third time, which only added to my dread. “Well, you are between sizes.” Great! Story of my life any more… damn you, you five pounds! “I think you would do best in a 34C as opposed to a 36B.”
Did she say 34C? The heavens opened ever so slightly sending down a teensy ray of hope… 34 is part of my world again! 34C is close enough to 34B for me these days. My dread has lifted. I bought a bunch of bras with my 5 year old Vicki’s gift certificate – a remnant from my bridal shower returns.
Having bras that truly fit again is a wondrous thing. Opening my bra drawer every morning and actually having choices is sublime. Some sort of switch flipped in this experience and in a small way I am ok with that part of my body now. And depending on how things go on The Southern Gentleman’s upcoming holiday, some of those bras and panties may just see the light of day…
04 March 2008
Christmas arrived on Monday
Our dear Southern Gentleman arrived back in the country on Friday. Jet lagged or not, he called me on Sunday. We spoke at great length. He mentioned coming down here, most likely in April. For once in my life, I opened my mouth and clearly stated "I cannot wait until April to see you."
The result? He bought his ticket yesterday. The Southern Gentleman is arriving in 21 days. If I weren't in the office, I would have screamed with excitement!
Last time I was excited and scared. This time I am simply excited. He is not leaving without both of us having a clear direction. This is the beginning of something great and he has to know that I am out there on the plank with him.
I've already decided what I am going to wear when I fetch him at the airport. The other Steve Madden is coming out of the closet. Along with my new black patent leather heels.
Thrilled! Need to figure out our high level itinerary! Definitely, his bottle of favorite booze will be chilling in the frig!
The result? He bought his ticket yesterday. The Southern Gentleman is arriving in 21 days. If I weren't in the office, I would have screamed with excitement!
Last time I was excited and scared. This time I am simply excited. He is not leaving without both of us having a clear direction. This is the beginning of something great and he has to know that I am out there on the plank with him.
I've already decided what I am going to wear when I fetch him at the airport. The other Steve Madden is coming out of the closet. Along with my new black patent leather heels.
Thrilled! Need to figure out our high level itinerary! Definitely, his bottle of favorite booze will be chilling in the frig!
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