By 3pm I’m home, getting sick all over the bathroom and myself. I literally ended up after I cleaned myself up just laying in the bathroom floor as anytime I left the bathroom I had to go directly back.

Amazing one got home round 6, I was STILL on the bathroom floor then. instead of running the other way from the sick, looking and probably smelling like hell girlfriend he stayed home from his weekly game to tend to me. It was nice, it was different- it’s been years since someone took care of me when I was sick. He’s yet again proved that he’s amazing. Any man who WANTS to stay home with a woman who’s spent the afternoon throwing up every 30 minutes is a keeper in my book.

He’s amazing, and wonderful and perfect. I love this man, and I love the life we’re building together. It feels comfortable, and right and like home.. I can see our children, I can see us all old and gray- I like that a lot. I don’t have any doubts with him, there’s no, if this changed, or that changed, or man I wish he’d stop this. I spose this is how it’s really supposed to be.

We’re redoing the yard currently at what we call “our home”. I even cleared out my office so that he could have the room as his own. Not only that but I made what many call the ultimate girl sacrifice- cleaned out my closet to provide him with adequate space. I even went so far as to move some of the things i don’t need for everyday wear over to another closet *gasp*.

I love every second we spend together, which is nothing but a good sign. normally by now I would need significant downtime, or I would have picked up on some quirk that was slowly going to make me absolutley crazy as time went on. None of that has happened yet, and I don’t anticipate that it ever actually will. For me he is perfect, and it’s nice.

We’re past the “honeymoon” phase as he pointed out today- yet I still feel like I’m there. We’ve settled into a nice little routine, a nice little life that I’m loving. I still am excited to see him at the end of the day, I still marvel at the fact that this man exists and that we found each other (really more that Geodiewan found him and then made the introduction for us)- I still am thankful every day that he’s in my life and a little in awe that he loves me. I can feel it, I can see it in his eyes that we will always be with one another and always love each other. I hope that we maintain the passion and the little things that make what we have so special for the rest of our lives.

Of course I also hope we maintain the whole sex thing too, he still makes me lose all ability to remember my name. That’s good times

Thank you my Amazing One

However, sex with a boyfriend is different. Not in bad way, but maybe not in a good way either, just different. I find with a boyfriend I don’t need to be wild, I don’t need the bells, whistles and chains. I am not looking for something more. I want to give him pleasure, he, in return, does the same. Sex with an acquaintance is about me. I am taking pleasure from them; it is up to the other person to find their pleasure. At this point in my life, I am not looking to experiment for new ways to get off. If I try something new it is only within the bounds of learning about more about my partner.

I have a whole list of things in mind for this one, scarves, stockings, heels, it’s quite a long list, and it will take quite a while to get thru it. I would say this is a rebirth of that side of me, except that’s not totally true, he’s bringing out a new level entirely- it is nice to find someone who does that for you. I am finding it quite enjoyable to wake up with slightly sore wrists from being held down, or bruises that I’m not quite sure how I got but I know it was fun getting them. I think next on my hit list for him is a nice little trip down the path of blindfolds and hands tied with silk scarves. I’ll let you know how that works out.

According to SisterDear she said he was a “nice bloke”. I agree, he’s a very nice bloke.

We have exchanged keys. I don’t even know the last time I’ve given someone I’m dating a key.. I don’t like people to have the ability to get into my house whenever they choose. But somehow with him, it’s different, I want him to be able to come and go as he pleases. I trust him fully.

I also spent almost a full 48 hours with him and was not once annoyed or pissed off or bothered or had that extreme desire to just get the hell away from him for even 5 minutes. In fact when it was time for us to go to our respective houses, I was a little sad. This is unusual, this is great. This is a nice change of pace.

Somehow I know that he will not do the things that the last two ex’s did. He is special.

I’ve dated a cheater, he wrecked my self-esteem and I let him. He told me wonderful things like “I wouldn’t love you as much if you got fat” and “your cooking is not as good as my ex wifes” He cheated on me multiple times with multiple people- the last one looked like a wookie. I think while dating him I must have been brain dead. At least that’s what I like to tell myself.

I dated sparky- he got drunk all the time and I had to take care of him. During these drunk moments he did wonderful things like spit in the car and on me, pick me up and put my head in a running ceiling fan, almost pulled me down a flight of concrete stairs- twice. He gave me break pads for xmas for gods sake. He was immature, he was interested in alcohol, then his car, then his friends, then his family, then his computer games, then me. When I hit some rough family spots he didn’t want to listen to it, and changed the topic of discussion to his car.

I realize that these are all things I had to go thru to get me to this place, and this person. I would do them all over again too if that’s what it took to get me to him. As I continue down this path with the man who still opens doors, who listens when I talk, who cares about my day and my life I am regaining my faith in the fact that there ARE good ones out there. I have found one.

He must have read the blog and decided that if anyone was going to actually pee on my porch it had better be him and not Sparky. Good boy Parker.