Baseball season has come to an end. This meant I was going to spend my kid free weekend playing catch up. It amazes me how behind three or four games a week can put you.

The list was made:

• Paint
• Go out for drinks with a new friend (Friday)
• Laundry
• Dishes
• Pick up house
• Weed gardens
• Mow lawn
• Pay bills.
• Work on graduate school portfolio.
• Family day Sunday night and Monday

Good thing I’m flexible.  I didn’t accomplish most of these things. I took an unexpected me weekend. I meet a man this week that is totally into me and wanted to spend time with me getting to know me.  This should be a great thing right?!?!

I should have been really excited and, for the most part I was.

We met up and hit it off. We talked and by the end of the night there was this kiss. That made me feel like I could crack open up the window to my heart.

The topic of public displays of affection came up. I am this girl with the right person, but it takes time. I spent many of my early years and a fourteen year marriage being the “prize.” The “pretty girl” on some fucktard’s arm.   I didn’t appreciate it then and will not be that girl ever again. I am too fucking smart and sparkly for that type of relationship.   So yes, I am guarded! I don’t want to be touched to in order to make another person jealous, man or woman. I’m a free spirit, and jealously is an ugly feeling.

I want to be touched because he can’t imagine touching someone else. I want a kiss in the middle of the party because the moment was right.  We spent both Friday and Saturday together with inmate conversation and touching.

He wants to give it his all, but has the fog and I am guarded and holding back. Why?

He is very much going through the reality that his marriage has ended. He has to decide if he can let go of the love he still holds for her.

I will and do not play second fiddle.

I have been this girl a couple of times in my recent dating experiences. I become their friend, listen and give them advice on the whatever the situation is, I tell them that I will not judge them and to follow their hearts. This leaves me in this no man’s land, usually the friendship fades as they wander back to their ex and I’m left with my heart a little bruised.