We'd texted a great deal but due to work schedules, we hadn't been able to get together. He suggested I drop into his workplace to say hello, anytime. He's an assistant manager in a small chain food store.
I went to the busy shop with some trepidation, worried that he would think that I was some old creeper by showing up at his workplace. I did my shopping and proceeded to his till. When I was just about to introduce myself, I was joined in line by my former neighbour, a pastor's wife who belongs to a bible-thumping, intolerant, fundamentalist church. FUCK!!
Big Red rang through my purchases as I chatted to the pastor's wife, thwarted in my plan to say 'hello' and ultimately, get into his pants. I brought my purchases out to my car and returned to pick up a few more items and made a second run through his till. "Back again?" he asked.
I was delighted at his reaction when I introduced myself. "HEY!!! Great!!" He shook my hand and greeted me like a long-lost relative; friendly, open and delighted to see me. In the 30 seconds I was at the till, we whispered a bit about seeing each other again; he was more than willing. "Well, you know where to find me!"
I told him that I didn't usually shop there because it was more expensive than their competitor, he said: "It's not any more!" And as if my magic, I ended up paying two dollars for my $15.00 dollar purchase. Too funny! He's just terrible! (but in a good way).
I instantly became rock hard in my camo shorts and had to press against the counter to conceal it but he noticed anyway. He was just such handsome, friendly, masculine specimen but it was the intensity in his blue eyes which did me in.
I later found out that he's just a young man who's making his way in the world, fully self-supporting and saving his money to go to university. He's fairly inexperienced but has been out since the age of 18 and has one ex-boyfriend. (who was too much drama!) I also found out that his mother is a retired elementary principal in my school district who I'd met but never worked with, but he wasn't troubled by that.
Since then, we've been together a few times and it's been very sweet! He's a fantastic kisser and the sort of appreciative lover who is as keen to give pleasure as to receive it; a rarity. Ours was the sort of encounter where the time just slips away; "Have we really been here for three hours?"
We're planning future get-togethers and even a sleep-over, but finding the time is elusive. To further complicate matters, starting next week, all three kids will be living with me full-time until September.
I can entertain Big Red privately in my love nest (under construction) in a building separate from where the kids sleep. But eventually, I will have to tell the kids that I'm inviting this sweet young man into my bed. There's no way that I can conceal it from them in the long term and I no longer feel the need to do so.
But it might be an awkward conversation. I'll need to have courage!