An-ti-ci-paaaaaaaa-tion!

I read someone's status last night on facebook (or maybe it was a photo....) about what a person thinks about on the first date.  I realized I miss dating.  The excitement...the butterflies in my stomach...wondering if this other human being connects with you, and discovering the nuances of a new individual.  But it isn't all about a person being new, it's a situational thing as well.  For example, my Batsy and I have had all of one official date....well, maybe two....our first date wasn't supposed to be a date.But it was exciting.  We were both nervous....aaaaand here I go into the 'how we met' story.  Hang in there.  It's.....interesting. :)

Batsy and I met on a chat app called Skout.  I was visiting Colorado for a week and he happened to live in Colorado.  I was recently broken up with the love of my life thusfar, and I had no desire to be in another relationship.  Fuck that shit.  I was mourning the loss of that other guy, and trying to drown my sorrows in the attentions of numerous strange men online.  Batsy seemed nice, and he was sooooo cute.  Honestly I couldn't stop looking at his pics and wondering what the fuck he saw in mine to make him want to hang out.

And yeah - being that I was a swinger in my marriage, I was looking for a hookup.  If I could find one.  It isn't all that easy, ya know.  Weeding through sociopaths and creeps to try to find a guy that doesn't have erectile dysfunction, mommy issues, anger issues, psycopathic tendencies, or an STD or STI is exhausting.  Especially since every man thinks that he deserves a woman to fawn over him and beg him to screw her.  Pfft.  Please.  Anyway....back to the topic....

Batsy and I met at his place.  He lived with this other lady but she was at work.  So we sat on the couch and chatted awkwardly about video games and music and how we were both not really looking for a relationship but it would be nice to have a new friend and hey you have nice shoes, so would you like to have sex?  Batsy introduced me to Five Finger Death Punch and Tech N9ne.  I smiled and nodded and listened and stared at him.  He was cuuuuuuute.  And I am not.  So I assumed sex was off the table.

We went to a local Irish Pub for food and song....they have a weekly live musician who sings hearty and rollicking Irish Pub Songs and the pub full of people sing along.  Batsy and I each ate the rich and delicious shepherd's pie with chips and Mary Rose sauce.  It was divine.  Afterward, we headed over to a bar where a friend of mine was singing karaoke.  We had some brews and a lot of fun.

Then we went off to drive around, trying to find a place to be more intimate (turns out he was too horny to care that I am fugly hehe).  I was staying with my parents and so we couldn't get naughty there.  And his roommate had made him promise he wouldn't have sex in the house. So it was kind of an issue.  Fortunately, it was June in Colorado and I had lived there long enough to know all sorts of places we could go and not be disturbed. 

We started to wander around a small park near where I used to live.  There were n'er do wells on the playground equipment (pfft....like I am in any position to judge), so I parked Batsy's butt on a concrete wall and I gave him a little oral delight.  More than a little.  He was pretty satisfied.  Then I wanted sex, so we moved on to my parents' place.  There's a barn behind the house and we could maneuver outside the car without being seen there.  Unfortunately, the vehicle in question was a VW Jetta, and so there was virtually no room.  But we made do.  And it was worth it.  Then I took him back home....I was sad to see him go.  I thoroughly enjoyed him.  We exchanged phone numbers and went on our way.
 
I ended up finding him again the next night, as he invited me to dinner at his place.  He and his roommate were cooking a delicious dinner and I could eat some tasty foods before I drove 20 hours home.  Then he went to a hotel with me and we had some more fun...and took pictures...I hated to see him go.  But we kept in touch and it's been 15 months now.  Woo hoo!

I am tired.....but I miss my Batsy.  And he says he will take me on a date next month when I go visit him.  Yay!

GUILTY!!!

I have really fallen behind with the posting.  Partly because Batsy is more accessible by phone now than letters, but also partly because I was pissed off at Blogger for eating a huge post I made in early September.  Pictures and all.  GROWL.

I hear from my Batsy every day now.  Sometimes less than I would like....I try to let him contact me because he has a full time job and a strict schedule and I don't want to interrupt anything.  Or call at the wrong time.  I simply don't want him being set back because of me.  I want him home just as soon as he possibly can be.

Since I last posted, I have been through a lot.  I got fired for, in my opinion, a bullshit reason.  I was denied unemployment.  And I have had to fall back on the estranged husband for monetary gifts.  He is more than generous.  I just feel like a leech.  Doesn't help that my mother called me out as a leech to the estranged husband just yesterday.  After spending the last month applauding me for being a stay at home mother.  she's a class act, i tell ya.  It's amazing I am who I am.  But she was such a horrible mother that I made it my duty to never ever become like her.  She had some good attributes - schedules and clean house and the like.  But I was never loved.  Never accepted.  Always looked down upon and ridiculed.  Ah well - my boys don't have to deal with that.  They will have a stable home life, full of love and acceptance and happiness.  Not so much clean house - like I said, I don't want to be like her at all.  LMFAO *sigh* nah, I am just lazy.

Hey look.  I am a cute kid.  :)

Anyway, so I am going to have to write more later.  Being a good mom means taking the kids to the museum once a month to gawk at dinosaurs.  yay!  Be good, y'all.