As I have stated in my previous post, I had one HELL of a weekend. It started Friday afternoon when I got a response from the speed dating folks informing me that I had matches and women chose me but I did not choose them. It stunk a little because I really enjoyed talking to all 11 of them, but I was only able to choose 5. They put me on a waitlist and if a slot opens up with one or more of the returning ladies, I will get notified and the session will be free. So, that made me feel pretty good.
I went about the rest of my workday with no problems. It was a good ending to another great workweek. At the end of my workday, I dressed up in my night-on-the-town clothes and headed to the city. There was a matchmaking mixer downtown that I wanted to go to. No expectations. I just wanted to go and socialize. Continue to improve and apply what I have learned. I got there and I was a little disappointed that there were not any women that appeared to be in my age range (I have a pretty broad range that fluctuates between 27-29 and 43-46). Making the best of the situation, I decided to begin socializing with the folks there, men and women. It was pretty friendly. I told them that I was separated and started the process of finalizing it legally. Funny thing is that there were a few folks who were in a similar situation as mine (separated but not divorced yet). It made me feel a little better that I have company who are seeking something similar (casual) while they were in that status. I continue to chat it up from table to table. At this point, I considered this Meetup a bust, but decided to just keep socializing. I was enjoying myself, which is the point of going to these things.
At the next table, an attractive middle-aged woman caught my eye and she and I started to talk. We hit it off. She told me a lot about herself. Very well off, used to own multi-million dollar businesses and traveled with a lot of well known bands. Her purpose was to act as a liaison between the groupies and the rock stars. So she has lead a very interesting life. As we continued to talk, I notice that she and I are edging closer to each other. Part of it was my difficulty hearing her and I had to lean in to hear what she is talking about. Side effect: we were touching each other (leg to leg, a friendly pat on the shoulder, and so on.) It was obvious there was a spark between us. We talked for a couple of hours when another potential couple decided to join us on our conversation. We continued to talk for about another hour before the DJ started blasting party music. So we decide to go downstairs. I reached for my coat and, as a test to gauge her interest, brushed my hand against her bare neck.
She told me that she liked the way I touch. Firm but soft. Oh boy.
We head downstairs and find a quieter table. She handed me her coat and told me she had to go to the bathroom. Before she left, she kissed my cheek. (Wow :O)
She came back as well as the other couple and we continued to chat. She and I were right next to each other. There was a lot of warm non-sexual touching. The other couple parted ways with us and it was just us two.
We chatted for about 5 more minutes before she pulled me in started making out with me. My brain just exploded and screamed "DID THIS JUST HAPPEN? WOW!" We talked and she turned into the direction of...sex. She told me about her high sex drive and what she wants (the vulgar word for sex sometimes, intimate love making the other times). More making out. More sex talk from her. She told me later that she dates 60-70 year old men and that I am too young for her. By then I decided to just run with the ball and go for it. I responded "So? You seem to be enjoying my company. Repeatedly." More making out. Hand holding. She tells me how cold my hands are (I was nursing some cold water so my hands were cold) and takes them to warm them up. She held my hand while we continued our heavy flirting. She told me that it was late and her daughter was waiting for her at home but she may be asleep. She texts her daughter waiting for a response. The daughter responded back. She texted a little more with her daughter and told her that she will be home shortly. Time to leave.
As we left, I put my hand on her lower back and guided her out. At this point, I was on cloud nine. My night was already considered a overwhelming success. Anything that follows would just be a bonus. I led her to my car and opened the door for her. She lived nearby and guided me to her apartment which was a few blocks away. We walk a little more about the cool places to eat and drink. We get to her apartment entrance and we make out again. At this point I realize that I do not have her number and asked her for it. She gave me her number and told me that she had to go. We make out one more time (this was the longest session by far) and she goes into her building.
Energized by what just happened, and also realizing that I needed to lift, I decided to go the gym...at 11:30 PM. I lift and finish shortly after midnight. Time to go home. But first, I check my social media.
Apparently a bunch of people got laid off from my old place of work and they are at a bar at a town that I need to pass through anyway to get home.
I decided to go to the bar in my gym clothes to see them.
The look of surprise by everyone there is something that is permanently etched into my memory. So many folks came by and I just caught up with everyone who was there. Apparently there was a mass layoff that affected only that branch and affected 36 full-time workers. Wow. Also the operation has completely gone south since I left. Machines that I used to meticulously maintain are beyond broken. I was told by so many that the place had fell apart since I left and the new guy is not doing much at all to bring it back up to when I was there.
I talked to many of my old coworkers and we laughed and shared good memories. It was 2:30 AM and the bar was closing. We said our goodbyes and I drove home. I fell asleep at 330 and woke up at 730 to pick up D5. D5 and I enjoyed our day together and drove home where we had dinner together and dessert. I called the woman I met the night before and asked her to call me back (there you go, Don ). No response that night or the next morning. No big deal. If she contacts me back, great. If not, moving on. Today was busy. I taught a class and then went to the gym with D5. She behaved very well and did not move from where she was supposed to me. I completed my workout (2 sets of planks for 95 seconds and 100 seconds for the third) and drove home. I made lunch and I got a text message from the woman I met Friday. She asks me how I am doing. I get settled in and responded a few minutes later (no games this time). We had a brief back and forth and I asked her out for dinner/drinks this coming Wednesday. She immediately said yes. She then left to run errands and told me she'll chat more with me tonight. I go about my day cleaning the house and preparing for my upcoming week. I made food for D5, had dinner together again, played some board games and put her to bed.
No response from the woman yet. And if she responds, great. If not, great either way. I'm feeling great about myself. I love me and who I am becoming.
Let's get this week started.
WW has practically moved out. She hasn't been to the house in two weeks. She will be gone before I know it.
). No response that night or the next morning. No big deal. If she contacts me back, great. If not, moving on. Today was busy. I taught a class and then went to the gym with D5. She behaved very well and did not move from where she was supposed to me. I completed my workout (2 sets of planks for 95 seconds and 100 seconds for the third) and drove home. I made lunch and I got a text message from the woman I met Friday. She asks me how I am doing. I get settled in and responded a few minutes later (no games this time). We had a brief back and forth and I asked her out for dinner/drinks this coming Wednesday. She immediately said yes. She then left to run errands and told me she'll chat more with me tonight. I go about my day cleaning the house and preparing for my upcoming week. I made food for D5, had dinner together again, played some board games and put her to bed. 