I wore a cute bare-shouldered top, hair in beachy waves, and a glossy red lip. As Tim and I left, I did what I probably shouldn’t have; I glanced backto see if I was being seen. Had he gone through all of the same activities of MY dream date he and I had shared, but with her, the night before? Was I just a passive subject in his self-absorbed Adonis Show? On vacation with just Tim and I, I’m afraid I’m not enough; not interesting enough, not good enough at planning. I need to get some free time soon so we can hang out! We enjoyed each other’s company for a little while, then I had to go and pick up my son.
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By the time the date ended, I was pretty convinced that I am a captivating princess witch who can fly, and who should expect nothing less than this level of sensuality and romance. But today, I had that ‘cry in the car’ kind of day, and each of my friends and siblings have done their patient duty of listening to me prattle this already month, and now it’s your turn, dear readers.
He serenaded me in candlelight, a song he’d written on his guitar. I love the way, during this single phase in my life, I am collecting so many experiences and memories as I date different men. I promise, I’ll get it out of my system so we can get back to interesting and fun things tomorrow.
Abruptly, his face turned away from me, his left hand sliding up to mouth. We went outside and played in the pouring rain like toddlers. We had incredible conversations about philosophy, work, jealousy, and more. XO, Molly Undercover I’m going to need to be complainey here just for a minute, ok?
At a few points, he’d thrust a harmonica or a violin at me to solo (both of which I happened to used to love to play a million years ago but suck at now.) We danced together and he lifted me in the air, spinning me around.