Dance Fever

I may dislike Fall, but it certainly is not because of days like this! It is bright and sunny and just a little bit cool out and is a really, really nice day to go to a soccer game:-) Smoking Hot Roommate came with, so we had a nice morning chat. [If someone could remind me, I have a post about a brief conversation with one of the girls' Mom...Monday maybe?]

Anyway, I am sure you all wanna know what went on at the big school dance last night;-) It was actually really fun. I like that I can go to stuff like this and hang out with the little one as much as I can. They have trouble finding people to chaperon the dances sometimes, mostly because kids don't want their parents to do it...it is embarrassing. So this is another place where not being Mom helps me out here, and Munchkin always asks me because I think she likes having me there (and I think her friends do, too.) Actually, a lot of her friends at school have much older siblings (some quite a bit older than me...second marriages;-)) and I feel like it has become the cool thing to get your older brothers and sisters instead of your parents. I am such a trendsetter;-)

Anyway, I mostly stayed in the corner and chatted with a couple of her old teachers that I know pretty well (Munchkin was the only student invited to their wedding, so we went to that last summer.) They also filled me in on the teacher's version of all the school gossip, which they hear. There was a bit of a boy issue, but as usual, she handled it with remarkable tact and skill. There is a seventh grade boy who is completely smitten with her. She likes him enough, but isn't really interested...and all of that sort of came to a head. Per her usual tactics, she addressed it really early on in the night, and very directly with a simple "I'm sorry, but I don't think I really like you in that way. But I hope you have time to dance with me tonight at least once." Breaking hearts left and right...

Afterwards, we had something of an impromptu party. Two girls were coming to sleep over afterwards, and there were five or six other kids that were going to go out for pizza. One girl's father was coming in to pick some of them up, and another girl's father was also at the dance and was going to bring the other's home. So, I suggested that we pick up the pizzas and take it all back to our place instead. Then I talked to SHR, and she and The Rocket Scientist were sort of on their way back and had run into some other friends. So they came back, too...which led to a really odd collection of 11-12 year olds, us, and some old people.

After everyone left (SHR went to the RS's place for the night) the girls pretty much crashed. I was worried they would be up giggling all night, but they were worn out. And that was about it...SHR got home this morning after her run, the two girls went home and we went to soccer. Not sure what is up for the rest of the day, we will have to see...Munchkin is going out with her friends tonight, so I am off the leash until probably 11:00 or so.

Hope everyone else is enjoying their weekends:-)

Chaperon...such a funny word

Sorry to be late in the day today, but I have been super busy all morning. I hate when work gets in the way of me enjoying my time in the office and view of the harbor...:-)

Yesterday's post is already one of my favorites:-) It works on a number of levels, whether you actually know what is going on or not (well, ok...everyone knows what is going on, but there is more to it than the obvious.) In addition, the person who requested that I write that was most pleased with the result, and reacted in a way even better than I had hoped:-D [Read: The Boy requested the story, which he apparently liked...so much so that the phrase "All I have wanted to do all day is get you into a really hot shower" greeted me in a really private whisper during dinner.]

Last night was chicken finger night, as usual, which is always a treat. One of Munchkin's friends came with us (there may be a new boyfriend in the works...stay tuned), along with Smoking Hot Roommate, The Rocket Scientist and The Boy. SHR took the kids home so that The Boy and I could sneak off to his place for a bit. And that turned out really well (see previous paragraph;-)).

I had thought that I was in a bit of a time crunch; The Office was on, after all. But it was on at 9:00, not 8:00, so I actually had a whole extra hour before I needed to get home for previously scheduled TV watching time. The Boy had a super early conference call, so he bailed on coming over and went to bed.

And now the weekend is almost upon us! The Boy is out with some friends tonight, and SHR and the RS have a date. That leaves me to chaperon Munchkin's school dance:-) Because I am such a responsible adult who should be charged with the care of many children...lol. I think two of her friends are sleeping over, which will mean lots of giggling and not much sleeping.

Soccer in the morning, which means I have to roust all three sleeping beauties, get one ready for her father to get her, walk one home, and get the other one to her game. After stopping at Dunkin Donuts. Fortunately, the game is not until 9:00, so we don't have to get up that early. My guess is the little one will need a nap after that, since I doubt she will sleep much.

I am not sure about tomorrow night yet. We are all (Big Sis, SHR, me and all assorted males) supposed to go to a party, but I don't have anything to do with Munchkin at the moment. I could always bring her...that is an option. Likely she will have something to do with her friends, so as long as I can work that into our plan, we will go there.

And then Sunday...well that is gonna be the return of Fantasy Football...and we all know how I feel about that!!! Just thinking about it makes me all tingly...

I guess that's it...back to work...

The First Time

I got a special request for this particular story, in this particular format...

Not my first time, nor yours. Not even the last first time. But it was our first time, and it was different than all the others, and I knew it then. And I think you knew it then, too.

The weekend had been a long one...a ski trip full of good friends and good food and too much drink. The tension had been building for a long time, but was clearly accelerating all weekend. The looks lasted a little longer, the touches lingered just a moment longer, and the casual contact was just a moment longer than would truly be casual. Other relationships with other people in the house were clearly becoming nuisance obstacles to what was to come.

And then there was a long, tired ride home and take-out Mexican food and several margaritas and then finally we were alone. It wasn't weird. It wasn't awkward. But it was definitely different. Almost like you wore a sign announcing your new attitude. Towards me. Towards us. Towards everything.

The shower was necessary, both because we had been up too long, and because of the surreal effect of steam and pounding water. This was a surreal moment, a long time in the making, the continuation of something big, and the start of something really huge. Warm water on tired muscles, hands and bodies entwined and slick with soap, searching for the means to please. The buildup should have made for a sense of urgency, but time was standing still. We had nowhere to go, no one to see, and no place we would rather be.

You washed my hair. You told me so much with so few words. You closed your eyes and stretched your arms while I cleaned you, and kissed you, and told you things I had already said, but now meant so much more. Never an ounce of shame, never an ounce of regret. This was right and it was good, and it erupted up from deep inside of you when you threw your head back and tensed and shook and gasped, immersed in the enjoyment, in the love of the moment. In us.

And for me, I just wanted to hold you. None of the usual writhing; the back arching; the pushing forward in search for more. All I wanted was to wrap you as tightly as I could with every ounce of my strength...almost as if, just my sheer force of embrace, you could share in the bliss that started from my loins and exploded outwards through my whole body. So good, I just wanted to share.

This made everything different. It made everything better. From there to the bed, which you shared that night and many others. When we told them, there was no surprise, really...others had seen this coming at least as long as you and I. And when you finally told her, I wondered why you had never told her sooner.

First times are always special, but not like this. Special not for the excitement of a new lover. Not for the thrill of the hunt or the joy of the conquest. Not for the sheer intensity of it. Special because of who you are, and who I am, and who we are. Special because of the place you already own in my heart. Special because of the place I hold in yours.

It wasn't my first time, nor was it yours. But it was ours. And that makes it what it is.

Date Night

I sort of forgot how long it has been since the two of us just went out on a plain old, unencumbered "date". What a treat! Between weekends away all summer, and busy schedules, and various other things (like...ahem...the two weeks where we didn't speak:-)) we haven't had a night where just the two of us went out without any other plans to meet someone or go somewhere with someone.

We didn't really do anything special, but I guess that is what makes it special:-) We walked over to the North End for dinner, and took a really long time to eat. We also might have polished off two bottles of wine, which is not making me terribly productive today, but so be it. Then we stopped for dessert (seriously, do I ever skip dessert? How can I not keep weight on when I eat all the fatty, sugary foods I can get my hands on? Tapeworm? Maybe...) and just kind of strolled around for a while.

It felt good to not be going anywhere; to just hold his hand and enjoy another gorgeous, warm late summer night. The weather is so beautiful for this time of year, it almost feels like stealing. We walked from the North End, through Fanueil Hall to Boston Common and into the Back Bay

(This handy dandy map shows all of the places...we started near the "1A" in the upper right, walked through Fanueil Hall, around the south side of the Common, and then he lives right near the northwest corner of the Public Gardens...near the "2" on the corner. Actually, my entire life is on this map. We currently live a little bit northwest or the red star, and Munchkin and I are moving a little closer to it at year end. Her school is a little bit south of the star, and I work east of the star near Route 93. Big Sis lives near us, and Papa Bear lives near where we work. So there you go...my whole life, in one easy to use map:-))

When we got back to his place, we hung out on the deck for a little bit, talking about nothing and everything. The night was beautiful, the food was outstanding, the sex was great and the company, as always, was top-notch. I felt like it was all too nice to end, so it didn't. Extra special thanks to Smoking Hot Roommate for watching Munchkin and giving me permission to stay over...lol. Thanks, Mom:-)

And so herein lies today's promise...to make time for more date nights:-) Write it down...it is now on the books!

More TV

Looks like Munchkin will remain Munchkin for the time being. There doesn't seem to be much sentiment to change it, and I don't really want to anyway. She had a soccer game last night (well, 4:00) so I took the liberty of leaving work early to go and watch:-) I brought a beach chair, a book (The Last Templar... sort of OK-ish) and an iced coffee, so I was pretty much in heaven! It was a beautiful afternoon, and she scored two goals, so she was super happy.

I find myself wanting to cook a lot lately. I think maybe it is because I go hooked on Top Chef two weeks ago, but it could also just be that the cooling weather makes me want to eat more, and not so opposed to turning on the oven. I made a really tasty pasta thing last night...found the recipe at FoodNetwork.com. Shrimp in a tomato/garlic/basil/Worcestershire sauce over whole wheat linguine. It was really yummy! And I always feel like a much better parent when I really cook dinner like that...lol.

Also the season premier of Heroes and that new show starring the guy who played Lucius Vorenus on Rome. Heroes was pretty good, and I will likely watch the whole season. I hear that Katie Bell is on this season, which gets me totally fired up. I loved Veronica Mars, and I love her. She could totally play me in the movie about my life:-) (She would be the movie-star version of the blond me:-))

That new show (Journeyman) was OK, although I don't know that I am sold yet. I really like the lead actor, but his wife annoys me. And I think the show will require the suspension of a lot of belief and the suppression of a lot of "Wait, that can't happen if he already did something else" questions. Plus, Quantum Leap is still on in re-runs on some stations...lol.

The Boy and I have a date tonight:-) We don't have many weeknight "nights out" but he has something planned...I am all atwitter with anticipation:-) I will let you know tomorrow! Unless it is REALLY good, and then I may keep it to myself:-P