And we finished the evening with a very demure peck on our respective lips and off he went. There I was feeling all lonely because he'd gone, and I hadn't felt lonely before I met him. Wrong wrong wrong, that was NOT supposed to happen. So I'm tidying up, putting the cups in the sink and splashing about, tottering around between the lounge room and kitchen and then I saw it. Stuck between the cushions on the lounge. His wallet!! What to do, what to do??! Then of course my silly brain starts thinking very silly girly things, like maybe he left it behind on purpose, so he'd have an excuse to come back .. yeah right. A pen or business card maybe, but no-one leaves their wallet behind, not on purpose. So of course I phoned him, and of course he came back to collect it, and we had another opportunity for a quick peck, plus an extra hug. I was (not so) secretly quite pleased that he had to come back, and I think he was kinda happy about it too, probably checked to see that all his cash was in tact after he took off but hey I would have too.
And that was that. Til the following morning and I checked my email. He'd written. Words to the effect that he was he was falling in love with me. Now you'd think I'd be thinking he was MAD wouldnt you? But no. I was head over anyway. Angry at myself but there was no denying it. Rather than being totally thrilled though, I was a bit peeved, what did he mean "falling in love", wasnt the stoopid man completely in love with me? Fool. Falling indeed.
Well to give him his due I thought, dammit, neither of us wants to waste time, he'd had his nasty relationships too. I'm just gonna leap in. Not getting any younger. Might as well go for it. So I wrote back. Told him I was already in love with him and what the hell was he on about, just falling.
Now I wont go into the minute details, suffice to say we quickly moved on. He sent me texts, constantly, and I delighted in every single one, every text said to me that I was on his mind. And I was determined that I wasn't going to be chasing any man. Unbeknown to me, he was operating the way he had determined it would be for him. He'd had enough of being chased, he wanted to be the 'hunter'. I found that out much later though. Anyway it worked quite well, me wanting not to chase and he determined to be the hunter. A perfect match.
He worked with young kids. One of them was getting married. All the kids he worked with were at the wedding. At the reception one of the young guys comes over to my man and says hey why dont you get up and dance. Nah he says, because he knows I'm not good on my feet by this time, and doesnt want to leave me sitting alone. I say, no, you go have fun, I'm fine! He protested, but after I insisted he got up and headed to the dance floor. Just on his own, out on the dancefloor with a few other couples. What happened next blew me away. The whole room was all of a sudden up on their feet, calling out my man's name, I wont use his real name here, but let's say his name is Ben, everyone was up and there were shouts of "Ben's dancing, come on!!" and the dancefloor was packed in seconds. Incredible. I thought to myself 'what have I got here?' and I knew what I'd got was good. These kids, and he was their boss, they loved him.
I'd met some of his closest friends by this time, and every single one of them had something to say to me, every one of them had made a point of getting me on my own, and saying things like 'you've got a good one there', 'he's a good man you know', 'you're lucky, we've been trying to matchmake for him and he wouldnt have a bar of it'. So I felt really special, this wonderful man, who everyone loved was actually loving me. Me. And the things he'd been telling me, and not telling me, but the things I'd picked up on, they were right. This guy was different to the rest. That night I gave myself permission to be in love. And just as well.
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