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Chapter One

There was a man sitting on the side against the wall. He was looking at a laptop. No, it wouldn't have been a laptop, there wasn't any WiFi back then, or least not at TGIF's.  It could be him.  He was looking at a red file folder, with his head down. Even though he was at a two top, he didnt look like he was waiting for someone.

There was a man sitting at the bar.  Maybe him? I was approaching this man when out he popped, the one I was looking for, way at the end of the long wooden bar. From around the back of the man watching sports on TV, he jumps out of hiding, blue eyes sparkling, smile wide, a laugh as he says my name, "Ha, Debbie?"

"Dwight?" is my reply?

He might have said, is this spot ok, you want to sit at the tables, I don't remember, but he offered the stool next to him and we sat.  It was bright in his corner.  The afternoon slant of sun coming into the resturant bar from the full length quasi stained glass window.  He sat me down and his pleasure on meeting me was infectious. 

"What do you want to drink?"

"What are you having?" I always drink what they are drinking

I alwasy drink what they are drinking, except for that one date a few weeks ago.  That night it was 32 ounce special night at Applebee's. My date kept ordering them, I tried keeping up with pints until, was it his toupee that slipped? No, it was his teeth.  His front tooth cap had fallen off when he was getting ready for our date.  Instead of postponing, he super glued it. I know thnigs happen, but when the glue didnt work and it fell out again, he ordered his 4th 32 ounce beer.  I  said, thank you for the lovely evening, good bye and left. 

So, here we are, my first Killian with Dwight. In a nomal sized glass.

I had alloted 1/2 hour for our meet and greet before I was going to dinner with my Wednesday night Singles group.  If I liked him, I'd invite him. If I didn't, I could slip gracefully out.  We had met via the internet and had our first conversation on the phone the night before.  He had wanted to come over just to eye ball each other, see if we even liked each other and go from there.

Absolutely not.  It was 10;30 by then and the kids were asleep.  I'm thinking, we'd just stand outside and "look at each other?" We'd be eaten alive by the mosquitos for one, plus I've had my share of dates not leaving either, or walk around my house mentally placing their stuff in my closets.  No way.

So here we were, drinkng red beer at a bar across the street from where he worked, two doors down from where I was meeting friends.  Uncanny that all that would be in the same quadrant of town.  I felt safe.  That was how you did internet dating, public place, friends know where you are.  I was safe, except for the fact I was going to fall in love with this guy. How could I not.  He was all lightening bolts and butterflies, but he was also a Scorpio.

We went to meet my friends, an unlikey group of people thrown together from an ad on the back pages of the Independent.  Suspiciously I went to an event for singles hosted in someones house.  No clue what it was.  Could for all I knew be a swingers club.  It wasn't. Just middle aged people walking around someones house they didnt know, trying to meet people.  We formed a dinner group and it filtered down to this bunch of software developers and randoms like me. I wanted them to meet Dwight.

Dwight was all smiles and he grabbed my knee and told them how delighted they were to meet, this woman, and squeezed my leg!  Should I dump and run?

Back at my car for the tell the truth kiss.  Are we really attracted to each other? And we kissed and we kissed.  His pager went off multiple times and his phone.  His children, half grown, "Where are you? When are you coming home?"  That when I should have dumped and run.

Chapter 2

I was already dating someone else, as much as people with children can date.  He was a siding guy who lived by the Fairgrounds.  We had attempted over the last month.  We had made love one night and walked to the Flea Market the next day.  It was nice in the after glow of a new lover to stroll holding hands, comparing treasures and gaugung each others tastes.  His was old furniture, mine China.  Good mix.

He didnt want to introduce me to his son, which I respected. He shared coustedy with his ex who lived in the neighborhood. His son could walk between the houses as needed.  Ideal for shared childrearing, not so good for adult coupling.

I was willing to try cuz he was fun.  He told me his domstic inefficiency left him with no clean towels.  

He said, "I had to dry with...Wait!" and runs out of the room.  He returns, sliding into the room on socks al la Risky Business with a washcloth over his crotch, "This!" delighting in his joke.

I still smile when I hold up a wash cloth but it ended badly.

We had a date to watch Black Hawk Down (not a date movie) and turned it off halfway through.  We had music on and were getting some adulting in.  There was some heat when the phone rang or the door bell pealled, a crisis.  I hid in the kitchen out of respect.  His son needed him so I crept out with a promise for more time together.  Never happened.  No phone calls. Children come first.  Number one rule.

STOMPING MY FEET

I love the way you

choose
To live your life
Raise your children.
I love the way you
Make me laugh
Let me see you almost cry.

And when I look

at you

And go pitter pat

in Anticipation
Your ability to

rattle my cage
And all that
And all that
Which goes with being a man.

But those

things

Don't make up for

one

thing
Time
The only thing that

matters
Doesnt matter,
If when you look
Over the crowd in your lfe
You always overlook me
I stand there

waving frantic
To get your attention
And stomp my feet
In precieved injustice

So enter Dwight and his children.

Chapter 3

Our first date was at the Sleep Inn.  They had a pool and it was July. I met him and his children after I finished work. We swam and as it got late his oldest drove the other 2 home and we went upstairs.  I know, but it had been awhile, remember the other guy? 

It was what I needed and hoped for.

I had prayed to God to send someone to love and a friend said be more specific when you pray to God.   So I prayed for someone to love who would love me back. Well take care how you pray as well.

Let me take you back to many months before when my daughter's boyfriend was leaving the house.  We hear barking and Ryan yelling. Looking out the door we saw Ryan on the hood of his car parked in the street.  It had started to rain and there was a small yellow wet dog barking furiously at the obvious frightened teenager.  I stood a moment, I really didn't like Ryan but decided he didn't deserve to be ravaged by a 20 pound puppy.  I figured I was safe.  I knew a little bit about dogs.  We had just put our dog Sophie to sleep because of cancer.  I could handle this.  So I stood in the drive ready to bolt back in the house and called the dog to me. And wouldn't you know, he stopped barking, walked up the drive and fixed me with his eyes.  This dog wasn't going anywhere.  God has a sense of humor.  He heard my prayer and he sends me a golden retriever. A lady in the street who saw it all said she would take him but I said, Nope. He's my dog now.

At the Sleep Inn we explored without interruption moments together.  He adored me and cherished my body.  Something I was missing in my life. Everything he said or did would bring all sorts of ideas and word plays in my mind. From the moment we met i feel like everything he said fell into a poem for me.  Even my horoscope for that day knew it.

Daily singles love (by Astrology.com)

This person really puts you in a creative mode.

That's how you know when someone's got your heart:

something in what they say and do

unlocks all kinds of terrific thoughts.

I started to call him my Muse and so the first poem was formed.

SWEET TALKER

He calls me baby
And gets down on his knees before me.
He calls me honey
And lays his head on my stomach.
And then he speaks
He speaks so sweet
That I feel the bones slowly
Disappear
Inside my legs.
As he speaks,
The fibers that hold my life together
Disappear
Inside my heart.
As he speaks
So Sweet
All that he feels.

Sweet speech, Sweet tongue
Sweet neck to kiss
Sweet man, sweet shoulders
Sweet chest to lay my head on

 He calls me to him
And we lay in the intertwine of lovers arms
And legs
Mine wrapped around his.
And then he speaks
That sweet talk that makes my legs
Uncurl
Without even moving.
Still wrapped around him
I listen to his voice
Sweetly removing the nerves
From my body.

Sweet speech
Sweet tongue
Sweet neck to kiss
Sweet man
Sweet shoulders
Sweet chest to lay my head on

Sweet talkin'
Sweet speakin'
Sweet fuckin'
Man.

He quickly answered me back with 

Dark, sensuous, sullen eyes.....
Womanly...... vulnerable....voluptuous...breath-taking
She intoxicates me......she stirs my passions beyond reason...
It's irrational.... I abandon any desire to resist....
caution cast to the wind....
inexplicable attraction...intoxicating passions...
I plunge in to the swirling current.