I was reminded today, by A, that I haven’t published anything in awhile. It made me laugh, because yesterday I dumped some twisty bits on him and I’m pretty sure he came here hoping he would get more insight before he responded. We laughed and joked and he tried to change the conversation, but in the end, we got through the twisty bits quite uneventfully, and ended up talking about all the other things.
The last 3 days have been kind of amazing on so many different levels. I truly don’t know where to start. So I’ll start with A. We had a great date on Friday. Friday seems to have become *our* day, and I pretty much always reserve it for him. I’m post-surgery recovering and can’t have sex, so we spent a much longer than normal time on the couch chatting, and I was several beers in before he arrived, so I was in a mood for fun. For the first time ever, I jokingly tied him up and went to work having said fun. I figured that someone should have an orgasm in my house, since it’s been way too tame here lately. Alas, I played way too much, but given the length of that blow job, I’d say he at least had fun. Tying him up was totally not my thing though. I like the responses when he grabs my head or moderates my speed or any touch, and taking away his hands just made it less connected. Fortunately, he just untied one arm and fixed that in short order and the night was saved. Add to that the fact that I got a lot of other attention and I’d say it was a fantastic and much-needed night. Twisty bits aside, I needed the connection, and I suspect he did too.
Saturday, I met the other girl L is dating, and we totally hit it off. I’m eight years older than L, and she is six years younger. We’ve been chatting pretty much continuously, and she is very much a 26 year old version of me. He clearly has a type. It’s funny. Of course, L’s mind is blown that we both get along so well, but he takes it in stride. After that, I went to roller derby again. One of my very good friend’s husband wanted to talk about polyamory and emotions and how to deal with everything, and so I invited him along. It was wicked awesome. We had such a fantastic conversation, really enjoyed the match, and everything about it was great.
Last week, I was chatting with D’s wife about her tubal ligation and asking about recovery time and limitations (mostly in sex, because, let’s be reasonable, I’m kind of needy when it comes to this – so says A, anyway), and I gave her a heads up that I’d be at derby because the time before was so awkward (in a hilarious way though). When I had surgery, she wished me luck and I sent her a picture of my feet in these super fun hospital styrofoam slippers:
She joked that she didn’t get anything like that for her surgery and I joked that I’d steal some for her, and asked her her foot size. So, while I was waiting to go into surgery, I stole a pair, shoved it in my purse, and brought it to derby. When she arrived, she spotted me, as far away as possible from where they sit, and texted to say she saw me. I said I had something for her and to come see me when she could. There was more joking and awesomeness back and forth that made me giggle. She came across at half-time, and as my friend’s husband went out for a smoke, I see D walk by and he gives me a wave and smile and I smile back, and she says “Oh, D doesn’t want to interrupt your date.”, and I laughed and explained that it wasn’t a date and referred them to a group we are all part of to catch up on who he was and then chatted. When D came back, he came over, said he didn’t want to interrupt my date, and I stood up and gave him a hug and explained that it wasn’t a date. He bought me a beer and the three of us chatted, mostly about how my divorce is going and my new tattoo, but it was good. It was so normal. So at the end of half-time, they left to go back to their seats, and I said “Enjoy your long walk, I intentionally picked seats as far away as possible to mitigate the awkward”. D’s response: “Next time come sit with us”. So I laugh and say “Does this mean the awkward is over?” and he says “Yes”, and his wife laughs and says “You two are so fucking weird!” and that’s how it ended. I sent him a text to say I was glad the awkward was over and apologized for my anger and hurt and the passive aggressive way I dealt with my heartbreak, but didn’t get a response, but for me, it was the ultimate closure. I just feel so damn good about it.
Oh, and her slippers fit:
That night, I went to my good friends’ house. They moved less than a block away, and they are derby refs, so we continued the night there. There’s not much to say other than it was a lot of fun. I was in prime drunken form and probably embarrassed myself, but it was great. As seems to be the theme with them, there was some cuddling and love and tons of joking and laughter. It was amazing. Honestly, Saturday was probably the most perfect day I’ve had in a long time. A left so early in the morning after we fell asleep cuddling, I met L’s other lady, I had a great chat with my friend’s husband, I chatted and hugged and shed the awkward with D, and had a great, super fun non-adulting night with friends who accept me for exactly who I am.
Sunday, I had a Lego date with my 3-year-old, my eldest two came back from my parents’ and we had a cuddling movie night. Then L came over, we chatted, and cuddled, and started a movie, and he decided to go home because he was tired, and the goodnight kiss ended up in more work on my blow job skills. 😉 (My main joke right now is that since I can’t have sex, I’m going to work on perfecting my blowjob skills and successfully deep throating.) It was just full of connection and awesome. I like what I have with L. He’s so sweet. I describe him as the “cute new guy” to everyone. He’s just lovely. Kind, and funny, and strong, and accepting, and enthusiastic. He’s a good match for me and my relationship with him is a good complement to my relationship with A. A, I refer to as “sexy grandpa”, because that is exactly what he is.
I’m back on OKC, on Friday, I eliminated the other 2 guys I was dating from contention for legitimate but rather boring reasons. They are both nice guys. I’d have a great time with both of them. But neither can give me what I need, so I needed to walk away. Of course, this means that I’m talking to more men than I can keep track of, but it’s pretty great. I have a date on Wednesday, and should have one or more others coming up. A is going out of town next weekend, so I’m going out with L’s other girl on Friday, which should be fun.
The biggest and most amazing thing is that F and I are in a good place again. We had a great meeting with our lawyers today, and we are at the point of drafting a separation agreement. I got basically everything I wanted and I think he’s happy too. So much stress just disappeared from my life.
Now, if only I could have sex. Because damn, 6 weeks is a long time.