Gentleman Jack came to visit me this weekend.
I was nervous, again, for some reason. Something about planning a weekend with someone still reminds me about the weekend gone bad with the last guy.
He arrived at my office on Friday afternoon right before my ex-husband came by with the kids. The ex comes by to pick up the girls' suitcases and allows me to love on them before he takes them for the weekend. They all met for about 5 minutes before the kids and ex headed over to Daddy's house.
It was a non-eventful meeting. I introduced Jack as my friend, because he is.
There is one problem though...
Now Gentleman Jack is completely under the spell of my daughters' beauty.
Heh. He's doomed.
We went out to dinner on Friday night and then met with my friends who were in town from Germany.
By that point we could no longer keep our hands from each other.
Saturday, I made breakfast at noon....cause we really had nothing that was pulling us away from each other.
Have I said *swoon* yet?
After breakfast, we threw on some summer clothes and went out to a local marina/bar for a drink and people watching. What fun! I haven't truly spent much time with Jack other than on the phone and dinner from our last time together.
Boy did I learn some things!!
I wrote previously about the aforementioned friends from Germany and how the husband would get a little jealous and protective of his wife. I wrote then that I didn't understand jealousy since I had not witnessed it in my own marriage. I liked the thought of someone caring that much that they wanted to keep me all to themselves.
My Gentleman calls it "sacred." I don't think I've ever felt "sacred" to anyone.
So while we're at this fun place, occasionally I would be left alone while Jack went to the restroom or played beach volleyball. Each time I was alone, I was approached by another man. I totally played it off. I was enjoying the hunk I came with.
But Jack would have none of it.
Every time he would come back to me, he would put his arms around me or kiss me or in some way "mark his territory". I LOVED IT!
He knew that I had no interest in anyone but him. Still, to watch him bow up those strong arms and shoulders and wrap me up completely in his giant biceps, I couldn't help but swoon.
We had a wonderful, completely orgasmic dinner on Saturday night.
(And oh! Before I forget, for all of you wine lovers, you must try La Crema's 2006 Pinot Noir. Oh.My.Wow. It was truly the best wine.)
On Sunday morning, I made pancakes while Jack took a shower. As I stood in my kitchen, I realized that since Jack and I connected, we have spent many a conversation trying to define our relationship. Yesterday morning, it finally became clear in my mind.
And our weekend together felt like a lovers' retreat.
Both of us had to return to our normal responsibilities. Both of us admitted to this weekend being something of a vacation from all that we normally do.
The whole weekend we spoiled each other with compliments, touch, connecting, love-making, good food, great wine, universe-bending, earthshaking sex*, stimulating conversation, fun outings around my little town and lots of attention.
There was a moment or two, after he left, when I felt a little wistful. But then he was there, as consistent as ever, sending me a text message to let me know he was thinking of me.
This "living in the moment" thing seems to be working for us just fine.
*Jack's terms (*blush*)