Best 30 Hours

I have basically had the best 30 hours ever…
I got to December’s house around 5:00 yesterday.  He cooked for me.  Chicken parm!  We stared fooling around a bit on the couch and we went upstairs and had what was probably the most intense sex ever.  Then we SHOWERED together.  I’ve never showered with anyone before.  He washed my hair.  He gave me a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear.  I threw on sweatpants and a sweatshirt and we went to Turkey Hill for ice cream.  Then we just snuggled up, watched a movie (Proof of Life was on TV), and fell asleep for the night.  I literally had one of the best sleeps of my life.  He woke up at 8, but let me sleep until 10.  Then he made me scrambled eggs and pancakes.  I helped him fill out his paperwork for health insurance, then I went home for a bit.  I came back around 5:00.  He was cooking some chicken again.  Fabulous.  We went upstairs and watched Wheel and Jeopardy.  We made love during Wheel because it’s not as interesting as Jeopardy.  Then he gave me a robe to wear and we just snuggled up and watched the CMAs.
And now I’m home… but I’m wearing his t-shirt.

It’s Madness

I could honestly see myself spending a good chunk of forever with this man.  Is that crazy?
He just makes me unspeakably happy.

He gave me a beautiful claddagh ring for my birthday.

*sigh*

He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

I couldn’t be happier if  I tried.

Birthday!

December spend the afternoon at the mall shopping for my birthday.  He’s so excied to give me my “prezzies” (that’s what he’s calling them).  It’s absolutely adorable.

I fell asleep in his bed tonight for about 2 hours… he just let me go.  When midnight rolled around he put my socks on for me and then woke me up.  It was amazingly sweet.

Tomorrow he’s taking me out for dinner.  And I’m going to stay over.

It’ll be a tough sell

Mom mentioned something today about December.
“You aren’t romantically involved with him, are you?  I mean, he’s in his 40s.  He’s fine for a friend, but…”

UGH.

Double Date

We double dated last night with another middle-aged couple.   They love me.   They made me feel so much better about a lot of things.

Back of My Mind

December is fabulous… He makes me feel like the most amazing person in the wolrd 100% of the time.

But I always have that looming fear of telling my family about him.  I’m terrified of that.

Can This Be?

Every 20-something guy I’ve slept with has been weird about certain female things.  I remember one time I was on the tail-tail end of my period, and I had sex with my ex.  He didn’t realize I was still sort of menstrual until it was all over… at which point he proceeded to say, “Oh my God you’re disgusting.”
Like, thanks, honey.

I started my period today.  I also slept with December.
I was like, “Are you sure about this? You don’t mind?”
He said, “No.  That’s the kind of thing making love is all about.”

I’m not totally sure what that means… but it was the best best best sex I’ve ever had.

Best Friend

Yesterday December told me I was his best friend. That’s huge.

I Can’t Fucking Do This

It physically hurts me to leave him.  Fuck.  This was not supposed to happen.