And They Keep Pouring Out

Unfucking believeable. Just unbelievable.

Last night I went out with Coach to Blackhawk to go to a casino. I leave to go out onto the patio to smoke a cigarette and there is an older man, older woman, and young man sitting at a table. The young man is standing and blocking my path so I said excuse me, he didn't move, and I had to brush against him to get past him (the whole time he stared down my shirt). I heard him apologizing to his mother - who caught him staring at my chest - and I sat down. Then both men started to talk to me and the dad asked if I thought he was cute and I said yes. I was thinking cute for a grandpa.... Then his son asked if I would do it and I said do what? He said do it, and point to his dad. I said do what? He said would you DO him? At which point I laughed out loud and said no! Then the kid said would you do me? The mom turned around and said Jesus, I'm sorry! I said something about too many free drinks and she made them leave.

Then I told Coach and he puffed up like a bear and acted all possessive which was in a way cute but not really because he does NOT own me, he did NOT go out there with me, and I will NOT tolerate being treated like property. I, of course, told him none of this. I just sat there and drank my watered down vodka tonic. We left, went home, and I gotta tell you....I'm not sure I like what I'm learning about having sex with this guy. He's a little strange. But....well, I'm just playing with him anyway. He's sweet and kind but he's the kind of guy who needs to be taken care of - cooked for, shopped for, you know, mothered. I am not about to mother anyone.

Then today I get on fb and have a message. It's from an ex. He looked me up on fb through my sister because he couldn't find me at first. He's been reading my posts for I don't know how long and just worked up the courage to send me a message. It was very cute and very sweet so I gave him my number. We talked for a good hour this morning and have been texting all day. We're going out tomorrow night.

He went to film school and does post-production. We need someone for just that within my company. He's from Chicago originally. He works for an airline now and can fly for free. He would love to go to Paris....

Haven't seen him in about seven years. So I went out and bought a mint-green down-to-there sundress with a little dark green sweater and some new sandals to match. Happy hour tomorrow, Citron Bistro....we'll see what happens.

PS - Megan, the twelve year old, is having a terrible time trying to keep up with my social life. I told her to mind her business. Peter, her dad, said she would like a report filled out and filed by morning.....her mother and I tried to explain dating. She says she doesn't get it. I told her she will.