The theme for my previous week seems to be “dating.”
Tuesday – My kids were staying the night with Grayheart – for the first time at his new place! – and I was going to have my first evening home alone. It was strange…I was looking forward to the break and a night of uninterrupted rest yet a little glum that this divorce milestone had now been reached.
I met Julius up for drinks and dinner at a cafe in a nice part of town. I was, of course, late. But only by 10 minutes! My first impression was that he was a clean-cut, intelligent, good looking man. He instantly told me I was beautiful and continued with sweet compliments throughout the evening. (Flattery will get you everywhere with me!) I felt comfortable with him and could tell he was a nice guy.
He’s Cuban, divorced and family oriented so we shared plenty in common. He’s a teacher and seems to be very passionate about what he does. But he’s looking for a relationship; someone to share his life with. I just couldn’t picture myself as that person. I didn’t feel that sizzle with him that I have with Captain. I quickly ended the night after we were done with dinner and then prayed he didn’t try to kiss me. Which I knew right there was a bad sign. He asked to see me again while we exchanged our good-byes. I didn’t have the heart to say no. (I know, I suck. I just have a hard time hurting people’s feelings.). I didn’t commit to an actual date but I left it open as a possibility.
The restaurant we went to, by the way, had some great quotes on the restroom walls!
I did not tell Captain about my date with Julius but on Wednesday we got into the topic of dating since I had another date scheduled with a different guy (Sonny). And I thought it fair to share it with him at this point.
Yeah, that didn’t go so well.
Captain was like “Oh, ok, sure. Go ahead and date.” I could tell that he was not pleased. Part of me – okay, most of me – told him just to see what his reaction would be. Just to see if he was dating others (which he advised he was not) and if he cared if I would. He cares. And without having to outright ask it of me, I told him I was not interested in spending my limited time out with a bunch of random guys if I knew I enjoyed spending time with him. Not that we are looking to move fast or have a serious relationship but I don’t want to be sleeping around or trying to balance multiple men if I really am having fun with a particular guy. (Note to self: Change my Match profile to “hidden”.)
Thursday – So I cancelled my date with Sonny. And met with Captain for dinner. We met up midway and had dinner at a really fun kitschy restaurant that I’d heard about called “White Lion Cafe.”
We had such a great time! I swear, just being near him makes me want to devour him. Damn guy has crazy sex appeal and we just have the best chemistry together. And it’s not just physical with us. We talk and have fun and seem to really enjoy being around each other.
And since I’ve been in a naughty mood as of late, I’ll share that we ended our night getting busy in the back of his truck. 😏
Don’t judge me. Yes, I know I’ve regressed into a teenaged girl. Let me have my fun! 😉
Friday came and I needed to recover!
Saturday – Captain asked me to lunch and drove up to Miami to see me. We had a fantastic lunch and then went to a nearby mall to walk around and shop.
My kids were with my parents so I invited him back to my house. Which I felt slightly strange about but I really wanted to get rid of the ghost of Grayheart in my house. I could tell Captain felt a bit awkward about it as well while there. He later shared that he was uncomfortable and felt like he was disrespecting another man’s house. As much as I appreciate and understand the sentiment, it annoyed me. Captain didn’t annoy me. Grayheart annoyed me. (I need to speed up my damn divorce process.)
That night I went to my girlfriend’s house for a St. Patrick themed party. There were about 7 couples and their kids as well as me and mine. Kids played in the backyard and adults drank and ate. We had a fantastic time. Great hosts, great company, great food… just a great night altogether.
It was a good week, friends! Mama is getting her groove back! 😉
Mantra that week: Who says you can’t have a life after divorce?