Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Just what we needed…

Author: thenicknick

Saturday was work, for the better part of the day.  HE was installing a new 8′ sliding glass door in a neighbor’s house.  She also happens to work for the company I work for, so I went with him.  I was supposed to be filming an instructional video of the process.  We’ll see how that turns out.

The rest of the night was devoted to play.  We needed it.  I did some writing on the new novel while he bromanced Ed.  And then we left for Lonnie and Lindsay’s house.

As always, it wasn’t dull.  As always, we stayed far longer than we planned.  As always, I learned more about this man I love.  And I wasn’t disappointed.

He and Lonnie came of age in the same time.  They went to the same clubs and had the same friends and share many of the same experiences.  What was different about this night than others was that he didn’t make me feel badly about it, about not knowing, experiencing and understanding.

Instead he would stoop and whisper explanations.  When they talked about all the sunrises they saw, he would tell me that HE was alone.  And when there was talk of their wedding, one that HE attended with an ex, he didn’t bring up her name or look pained.  It was good.  It was really good.

At one point the guys went off and talked for a bit while Lindsay and I did the same.  I’m getting to know her better.  And the more I know, the more I like.  This time, she mentioned that she wanted to take belly dancing lessons.

You  may recall my month long stint taking pole dancing classes, which also meant there were some lap dancing lessons, and I felt really empowered.  Oh, and I toned some.  Right.  I was doing it for the exercise.  It had nothing to do with the fact that HE thought it was hot and I wanted him to find me undeniably desirable.  Nah.

Well, after the talk with Lindsay, we’re looking at taking belly dance classes together at the J.  (The J is the Jewish Community Center.  And while neither of us is Jewish, we are members of the community to which the center is open and offering classes.)  We studied the schedule and it looks like we could be starting now…or in a few weeks.  She’s going to want to start in a few weeks and I’m going to end up indulging her since this is a joint effort.

The idea was shared with the guys.  HE thought that not only was that hot, but that it was way more my speed than lap dancing and pole dancing.  HE is right.  Just because I can do something doesn’t always mean I should do something.

So, picture me in harem pants and a bare midriff and some big sequined brassiere-like top.  And then after you stop shuddering, picture me after six months of lessons with totally ripped abs.  There, much better, huh?

We went home and stayed up waaay later than we should.  We had a series of really good really important talks.  We fell asleep all snuggled together.  We woke, courtesy of Bishop, waaay later than I’ve ever slept.  And we started another fantastic day together.

The kids came home last night, earlier than anticipated.  Still we were happy to have them back, happy to enjoy pizza from a new place and watch a family movie together.  (I love our family movie nights.)

Now, it’s back to the grind.  As always, I’m mildly saddened by the abrupt end of the weekend.  It’s harder to go back when things are so good.  Things should continue to be good.  I’m learning. I’m adapting and so is he.

Rachel used to worry that he would suddenly change his mind and we’d be out again.

me: So, still worried about us.

Rachel: Nope.  Not at all.

Me neither.

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