Last night was our coldest night of the year so far .... -21 C. I love the Canadian winter! But at the start of winter, these cold temperatures are hard to get used to. "Brisk", as we like to say.
So.... here are some pics of hot guys from
dirty-speedo.tumblr.com to warm us up. These days, I rarely see Speedos in real life but it would be fantastic to go to a place where I could... Rio or the Costa del Sol in Spain, for example.
I had not seen my Special Guy for around seven months and we've had no online communication for five months but we ran into each other yesterday in a busy store.
Very unexpected.
Although I have never properly blogged about my Special Guy (but I will, one day), I can say that we had an intense relationship for about five months earlier this year.... and that I had strong feelings of love / infatuation / lust for him. I know the feeling was mutual but we were living in a fantasy world .... because he's married with four adult children.
But I I regret seeing him yesterday. I'd convinced myself that I'd gotten over him, but now, I'm not so sure. There he was, looking more handsome than ever. We locked eyes (his are piercing blue) for the 15 seconds of our encounter.
Special Guy, spotting me first: "Hi!", with a smile but apprehensively. In July, I told him I wanted no contact with him at all and he's respected my wishes.
Buddy Bear: "Wow!"
Special Guy and BB, simultaneously: "You look good!"
SG: "How are you?
Just then, I spotted his wife* bearing down on us with a sour look on her face, so I said "Making progress!" as I quickly walked away without looking back.
If he had been forced to introduce us, it would have been as awkward as hell. The looks on our faces would probably have betrayed what we were thinking.
* I'll sound like some bitchy old queen, but my gosh, Special Guy's wife was so deeply unattractive. Pear-shaped and hefty, she had mousy brown hair with a really butch haircut. There wasn't a speck of femininity or even effort made in her appearance. Special guy is handsome, well groomed and an immaculate dresser; she looked like some big, brown wren.
I wonder if that's what happens to a woman who has been married to a man for 35 years who likes other men. It wouldn't matter if she dressed up or not, he still would have no interest in her. In the end, I felt deeply sorry for them both.
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I had a fantastic day yesterday with my three kids (20. 18, 16) at my house with my parents. It was my 18 year old's birthday and I hadn't seen her since September since she'd been away at university. Our first conversation went like this, with her two siblings listening in:
Daughter: "Guess what, Dad? I have a boyfriend at school. A
brown boyfriend." ... she said mockingly.
BB: "Great! So you finally dumped whats-is-name!" referring to her grade 12 boyfriend who I didn't think was good for her. "What sort of brown?"
Daughter: "His family's from India."
BB: "I think Indian men are hot."
Daughter: "Oh, Dad!" rolling her eyes. "So, tell me about your man-friend."
BB: "No!"
Daughter: "Oh, come on!!! What's he like?" She was relentless in her teasing.
BB: "I'M NOT DISCUSSING THIS WITH YOU. Anyway, there is no man-friend."
Daughter: "Too bad!"