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Falling into Change – Fate

22 Thursday Sep 2016

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It is the first day of fall. Things began to change. Green becomes yellow, orange, gold. Days become shorter. Evenings become cloaked in darkness. The warm begins to chill, unless you’re below the equator-then don’t read this part skip over it, doesn’t apply to you.  And you, the ONE who thinks this is going to be about him. No…no Bugsy, this ain’t about you, so carry your sorrow ass on back to being a putain d’homme.  You will know when it’s your turn…big bold letters I promise <giggling>. 

I’ve mentioned my private parties, the shenanigans, the fun.  I’ve mostly attended these soiree with a friend as a plus one or gone alone. Which by the way drives men wild for some reason. An unattached woman entering a partie de sexe gets them drooling.  Well, I met this guy. Funny thing about how we met. I was stood up by a cad (I know Bugsy, it’s not about you, I’m merely making a point-chill!) decided to go out and have dinner, since I had nothing else to do. I’m sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer that the bartender had put in the ice maker just for me.  This gentleman walks in, he looks forlorn, asks the bartender whatcha got in a bottle, he looks at me and says; “I’ll have what she’s having.”  I tell the bartender to give the other bottle he’d slipped in the ice and put another in for me. This guy looks like he needs it.

We talk about the impending days of predicted rain, wonder if we’re really in for a monsoon, it’s already pouring rain (I love valet parking when the weather is nasty).  And he opens his heart to me. He’s been away, come home to an empty house, the girlfriend has up and left. All she left him was the bed, a set of sheets, his clothes, a coffee maker and a cup.  She left him a voice mail, timed to when she thought his plane would land and him headed home-his house by the way.

Here we sit. The noise level has risen as more patrons enter for that after work respite. He turns to me and asks; “Would you like to get a booth? I’d love to buy you dinner and a bottle of wine, maybe?”                         Why not?! I’ve been stood up at the eleventh hour by a cowardly putain d’homie, who lacked manners and maturity. (Bugsy are you still reading? I’m flattered!)  We are seated by the hostess at the bartenders request, a great booth, somewhat secluded, very little crowd noise.  I order lite, I don’t have much of an appetite, we end up sharing a couple of heavy appetizers, me another  beer and he a top shelf scotch.  To my surprise he doesn’t continue to lament about the missing girlfriend, the contents of his home, he’s truly grateful that his beloved dog was being boarded and not left alone.  Awww!  What a nice guy!

The rain continues, we talk about everything from politics to religion and to my view of Americans who are so hung up on monogamy.  When he tells that he and the missing girlfriend attended a few parties of the swing-swap type and ventured to a club in Atlanta.  At that moment, I think I stopped breathing for at least 20 seconds ,my heart beat increased to a rapid pace, my eyes must have glazed over or something and my cheeks a sweet shade of red. “What?”  He asked. And begins to apologize because he thinks he’s offended me!  (okay y’all stop your laughing-you know me, he doesn’t or he didn’t).  Once I regained my breathe, my rate returned to normal, I took a long sip from my bottle, sat it down, looked up at him, focused my eyes on those greenish gray, long lashed dreamy eyes of his and said; “My membership is still valid, doesn’t expire until January 2017.”                                                                                                                                 I could actually see his pupils move to refocus. He reach out his hand out across the table indicating that I give him mine. I did. He held my hand very tender like, almost endearing, it was kinda strange at first. Then he said, without so much a blink or taking a breathe; “I knew you were special when I entered the bar. You’ve been there? You’ve been there more than once?”  Yes, yes and I added another yes just in case I’d missed a question, because by now, I’m beginning to realize that even though a few hours ago I was mistreated by someone I thought was a gentleman, an earnest person who wouldn’t waste a lady’s time with a bunch of bullshit, who had lied about his age (yes Bugsy you did-you so much as admitted you’d lied about being younger, but I suspect you’re much older than you said-much older-your barge of photos-the periobital puffiness were signs you’re trying to be something you’re not), wasted my time for weeks, it was all for this, this moment of he and I sitting in this booth discovering that we liked the club in Atlanta. That we had a lot in common. And that he, had an invite to a party this weekend to celebrate the change of the season, that he was going to send his regrets even before he’d return home to find the girlfriend gone, his furniture, cooking utensils and all gone.

It took us moment or two gather our senses. We sat in silent for a long time. The waiter came over broke the silence, asked if we’d like another drink. He quickly responded;  “Yes, we’d like a glass of house champagne. We have to toast our meeting, this was fate at it’s finest. We were meant to meet.”                                                                                           I told him all about Bugsy, how we’d met, all the bullshit and the way he’d sloughed it off earlier, this was one of the places I’d suggested that we meet and when I’d thrown in his room, just to see…how he’d jumped right on the number 3 choice.  He listened and I listened.  We  toasted with our champagne flutes, he took out his phone, entered a text and said;                                                                                                                              “We have just excepted the invite this weekend, it won’t interfere with your charity event, we can leave after you’re finished, I’ll drive, but if you’re not comfortable without your car, you can follow me and I’ll book 2 rooms for our stay.  I want us to be FWB for a long time, I’ve waited for you forever and I’m very happy this evening has finally arrived.”

We walked through to the bar and thanked him(bartender) . We waited in the  alcove for the valet to bring our cars. His came first and he refused to leave me standing there. He waited for my car to arrive, walked into the rain held the door and said; “May I text you later, to say good night?”  I agreed by nodding, because I’m not sure if I’m dreaming. The last thing I want to do right now is wake up.  But i wasn’t. We’re getting to know each other and it’s great! The weekend is going to be a good one.  Fate. 

Thanks Bugsy!

Thank you all for reading and your wonderful emails!

XoX                                                                                                                                                                         Addieg             adding.blog@gmail.com

Forging Ahead. It’s Never Easy

07 Wednesday Sep 2016

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I’m inspired by a few things. I am on the high floor of a magnificent hotel with a fantastic view,  no sounds except the clapping of my keyboard.  The bed was, is beyond dreamy, the pillows sofa yet comfortable. Arriving late last night with my Coterie, we sat and enjoyed a few lagers before retiring.  With the street noise so far below I am transcended into melancholy of the past weeks. I’ve been trying with all my wit to forge a new relationship of sorts, although unconventional to the average Joe, I like doing things that are against the norm.

I’ve been open-minded, yielding, extremely giving-maybe, too giving.

 If you don’t look like an adonis, why are you being so picky??? For Pete’s Sake!!  You don’t run, you don’t walk, you don’t golf, you don’t play tennis…you play board games, watch movies and eat a lot of red meat!!!  That takes a toll on one’s physique, not to mention other unmentionable parts.  So I’m not a WF, I’m a mix of many parts, some may so exoctic. I was guileless, did not hide it! Why are you being an asshole?  First you want to known what my likes and dislikes are-reason being, still not sure…for the sake of conversation; So he won’t say or do the wrong thing.  Seriously?  Life is ebb and flow!  You be who you are, not hide behind some bullshit of meaningless crap because…If I could figure that out we’d be an item by now, I suppose.  This being his transcript (not mine); he’s divorced, spends a lot of time at home, watching tv, cooking, watching tv, drinking beer, watching tv and he’s ready to find someone, to start living.   Need I state the obvious here??  I’m still kicking myself for being drawn to this…this person. I sent 3 photos, all different to show my versatility and he wasn’t satisfied with those.

“Wow, they all look different! Is this 3 different people? Do you have anymore I can look at?” 

Ah, no I do not.  WTF!?  I could have easily said; Look you aren’t the most handsome guy I’ve met, you’re not the most unattractive one either, but I thought you were a nice guy and I was looking for nice, not handsome, not over the moon knock-out gorgeous.  I’m willing to bet there’s not a six or an eight pack under that t-shirt and bulky coat (in the photo you sent to me).  BUT what I did say;  I think we’ve come to an impasse.  Why don’t you mull the photos over for a few days and get back to me. His subsequent correspondence has been directed to the TRASH BIN.

I move on…A week remaining before my trip to the outskirts of the Big Apple with my Cortier,  I give it one more go.  If you fall off the horse, you’ve got to get your bum up, dust it off and get back on!  Right?

Which brings me to the “PROFESSOR“!  Not that he was or is a professor. He struck me as such when I ventured out to meet him, after several correspondences.  Much older than he had claimed. Okay, so he used an old photo, we all do that from time to time.  But the person I’d corresponded with was not the person I met at the coffee cafe.  Grouchy about having lost his life. Was having an affair (she was Japanese, married with 2 children), they fell in love, she went home to get divorced but decided not to return…Meanwhile, he divorces his wife, she takes him to the cleaners (can you blame her?) alimony-child support and in the interim he’s laid off from his executive position, ate his nest egg keeping up the spousal support, etcetera, etectera, etectera…I took time from my busy day for this?  TMI!!!  He works from his apartment, that was a condo when we first began to correspond.  His voluntary inventory of said apartment: a lounge chair, his work station, computer, etc., (and my personal favorite) a traditional Japanese futon (mat).  Yep!  That’s not a typo…a mat. If you know anything about Asian culture, you know a mat means just that! M-A-T, no elevation as in the western world. I was so stunned by the mat, it took a few minutes for the lack of other items that weren’t included in the inventory.  Okay. So, you’re thinking we’re going to spend our time at my house?  Seriously!  NO!         I waited a few minutes, made small talk about the weather, about stuff in general, finish my espresso drink, looked at my watch and said;        “This has been just wonderful! I’ve enjoyed our conversation, you seem like a special guy, but I do need to head out, I’ve got more work facing me before I end my day. We’ll talk soon.”

“What’s your phone number, I can send you mine and we can keep in touch by text. Email is so impersonal, don’t you think?  Besides, I’d like to call you and wish you sweet dreams at night and maybe end it with some tantalizing conversation, if you know what I mean.” <grinning his ass off>

Oh my! He’s got a plan and I’m it!  I smile my best flight attendant smile, position my voice to sooth and I reply; Well, I hardly know you. We haven’t been emailing that long and we just met this one time today. Let’s see how it goes, I can always give it to you in a couple of days.        He was not happy. But he had no choice in the matter.  Subsequent emails have found their way to the TRASH BIN.

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As I sit and enjoy the view, I remind myself that as difficult as it may seem, the universe will come full circle and I’ll once again find that special someone. But for now, enjoy the comradely with your coterie, the city, the food, the OPEN…

Dating in the first century of the 3rd millennium has its challenges. Be smart. Set limits. Avoid the cyrano-syndrome.

Thanks for being a loyal fan.                                                                                                                          Addison       addieg.blog@gmail.com

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Cry a little, Laugh a lot, Love often ~Addison G.

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Overcoming Sexual Betrayal

The Asexual Agenda

Furthering upper-level discussions of asexuality

A Sexual Being

Where the lines of fantasy and reality blur…

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