giddy and giggly

I am both of those things today.

The plan was for Mike and me to get together for a late lunch Sunday, as he’d be leaving this morning to go back to Boston for the week.  His living situation is rather…ummm…interesting, you could say.  He moved to Virginia for a job a few years ago, within a year of us meeting and as I said before we stayed in touch.  Then he works in Boston during the week and sometimes goes back to VA (he has someone living in his house to take care of things while he’s gone – yes, a man, not a woman) and sometimes comes here.  Because he has 3 kids who live here.  Yes, THREE. 

And because he has 3 kids I found it necessary to say at least 100 times to him “Mike…do you realize you have TONS of kids?!” and then laugh at him.  This is the kind of relationship we’ve always had, though, so it’s not mean-spirited, but I must admit that when he starts talking about them I do suddenly have wide eyes to the idea of a man with 3 fucking kids.  It’s kinda a lot…especially for a girl who has never really dated a man with kids.

So anyway, we were going to meet for a late lunch, which really turned into an early dinner as we were waiting to meet up until the Falcons game was over.  I finally made it to the meeting place around 445 and found him sipping a margarita at a table in the bar.  Jesiis, he looked good.  He’s about 25 pounds lighter than when I’d last seen him, but I thought he looked good back then, too, so this was no big deal.  I ordered a glass of wine and we sat across from each other chatting and then the floodgates opened. 

Suddenly we’re having this serious talk about relationship stuff…reminiscent of Wednesday night’s conversation, but this time not so much about other people and how they’ve affected us and more about us.  At one point I started to shut down a little – which I can do when I start to feel too vulnerable – and bless his heart he totally called me out on it and made me talk.  I really liked that and once I’d said what I wanted to say it was all so much easier than I expected it to be.

Time just seems to fly when we’re together and nearly 5 hours later we’d kissed goodbye in the driveway of his parents’ house.  It was fast, as that obviously isn’t the place I want to get caught acting like a 15 year old floozy…and I’m scared to death of his mom, so I needed to get out of there quickly and before being seen.  It’s only been 3 dates – I’m sooo not ready to meet the dragon yet!

I didn’t think much of leaving.  I mean, I knew I’d miss him a bit, but it’s not like we’ve been hanging out for months and now he’ll suddenly be gone.  But at the same time we did spend a lot of time together this week and it surely left an impression.  Before I made it home my phone rang and it was Mike.  I giggled as I answered because he just has that kind of way with me. 

“You should come back,” he said and I laughed. 

“Riiiight, Mike.”  I obviously couldn’t go back.

“No, seriously.  Come back.”

“And do what?  Sneak into the guest house?  What if your mom catches me?”  Yes, I truly felt like a teenager at this point and not just for the giddy factor.

He laughed.  “She’s fast asleep.  And sneaking in sounds so exciting.”

“You’re right as a motherfucker.  I’m on my way.”  It was one of those why the hell not moments.  And truly – you can’t really keep me from an adventure…and even though we were totally playing up the whole “sneaking into the guest house” thing like it was all renegade or something I did like the idea of cuddling up next to Mike for a few hours. 

I was there in 15 minutes and “sneaking in” really meant walking through the door.  Not a big mission or anything, but we were both giddy and giggly and sat on the couch watching football…again making out like teenagers.  And 2 hours later, around midnight, we were all innocently cuddled up in his bed.  Mike is suuuuper cuddly!  Like the cuddliest man I’ve ever been with.  And I am generally NOT a cuddly sleeper, but last night in his arms was the most divine thing I’ve experienced in so long.

But no s-e-x, ok??  We decided to wait until I go up to Boston to visit, as that would be kinda cute and we’re both a little cheesy like that.  Was hard to resist, don’t get me wrong, but *sigh* I managed.  We got up this morning around 445, as he had to get to the airport early.  It was much harder to say goodbye this morning than it was last night.  When he hugged me he said “I’m gonna miss you” and I didn’t say anything back, just kissed his neck.  “Say it back!” he said as he pulled back from me and looked at me with shock in his eyes.  I laughed again.  Hell, I’m laughing now just thinking about it. 

“I’ll miss you, too, Mike.”

And now I’m just giddy and giggly.