Sexy and funny dating tales of a divorced 40-something suburban mom. Hilarious, heartbreaking and mostly true stories about dating, being a mom and living life to the fullest. From PTA mom to "boom-chicka-wa-wa" and everything in between... here is my dating diary. Come along for fun and as I share what I learn.
A passionate fantasy reel played in my mind while I was
getting ready for my fifth date with “Man Candy”.This wasn’t JUST our fifth date, but this is
our second go around of dating.We’ve
been walking a blurry line of passion and friendship since our casual
reconnection over beers earlier this summer.The dates have had a lot of conversation, sharing and long, passionate
makeout sessions on the way back to our cars.
Our emotional connection was always there, since the very
first time we spoke.We have a lot in
common, see the world in a pretty similar way and we are both laid back about
most things.We’ve had a comfort level
being together, the conversation has flowed easily but if there does happen to
be silence, it doesn’t seem awkward.
The physical chemistry has been effortless also.I’m particular about kissing and he kisses
me exactly the way I like.We both have
a naughty side, again a perfect match.I respect a lot about him, probably one of the traits I like the best is
that he doesn’t sleep around.He’s not a
dude who goes clubbing and takes a different woman home every night.He’s a one woman kind of a guy, extremely
picky and maybe even guarded but doesn’t go through women like a lot of men I
With all that being said, I wasn’t ready for my clothes to
end up on his floor at the end of the night, but I was looking forward to
spending more time with him.It was a
Saturday night and neither one of us had our kids. I wanted to do something different on our
date and we had tickets to a comedy show.The week was a long one and I was looking forward to a fun night out.
Admittedly, I took a long time getting ready for the
evening.I chose my new favorite top,
in teal.It’s a beautiful color and
looks great with summer tanned skin and also draws out my blue eyes… well all
that AND it makes my boobs look huge, so that’s probably the honest reason I
chose it. I’ve been losing a little
weight and pulling myself back up out of my bitchy, cranky, depression.So,
it was actually a fun to take a long time getting ready, plucking eyebrows,
exfoliating every follicle and of course the telltale leg shaving.
As I had one of these fantasy daydreams about the evening,
my logical mind would push out the fleshy imagery right back out of my brain
and put the panties back on.I didn’t
want to repeat our past mistakes but I haven’t let myself get quite as attached
this time either. I packed a toothbrush, contact solution and a
red silky chemise, well just in case I needed some overnight essentials…
Our night got off to a great start, lots of passionate
kisses that cued up the fantasy daydream reel in my mind.My body was following right along where my
mind was going and I could feel myself wanting more.Our eyes locked on each other’s between
kisses just long enough to build more desire and kiss again even harder.Our kissing sesh had to stop abruptly as we
rushed off to make the show in time.It
was raining lightly and it was difficult trying to jog in stiletto, but we made
We were seated quickly, ordered drinks that quickly came and
thoroughly enjoyed the show.There was a
lot of material about being single and we made eye contact during the
performances, sharing in on the laughter together.It was a great release after an exhausting
week and good for both of us.
The drinks were especially strong and my alcohol tolerance
is especially weak.I was in a jovial mood and the effects of the
liquor were more obvious when I tried to stand.After the show it was still reasonably early
and we were having fun.We decided to
catch the end of the baseball game on tv at the restaurant on the way out.
It was crowded with lots of beautiful single people,
bachelorette party groups and sports fans watching the game.The music was upbeat, there were buoyant
conversations and loud cheers about the action on the tv.We were talking over all the noise and
having a good time.I ordered a drink
and a water, as I knew I needed to slow down.
My plan to stop drinking was foiled by of all things, a
woman who bought me a drink, well a shot to be more exact.She struck up a conversation, winked at me
curiously and bought me a shot.The
drink immediately made me regret accepting it and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to
handle myself. We decided to make a quick exit and he helped me
make my way through the crowd.
It was a beautiful night outside, the trees were lit
beautifully and the night’s sky was clear overhead.There was live music and lots of activity in
the courtyard.He pulled me close and
kissed me hard while we waited for the elevator down to my car.I wasn’t going to even attempt to drive, and
he insisted to take my keys.In the
car, we shared a few lingering kisses, enjoying a rare moment of privacy.
He drove the short drive to his house and I tried my best to
walk in my high heels feeling the full effects of my drinks.I grabbed my purse, but intentionally left my
“overnight” bag in the car.
The first moments alone in his house were a little
awkward.It was actually a little
surreal to finally be alone together, after so many hot make out sessions in
dark parking lots.It was weird finally
being in his house after all this time of knowing him, seeing where he sleeps
and showers every day.It was a typical
guy’s bedroom, simple and just about the opposite of my canopy draped girly
I planned on only hanging out for an hour or so and leaving
when I was sober.He offered for me to
get comfortable and stay as long as I needed to until I felt ready to drive,
including overnight. I thanked him and
knew I needed to let some time pass before I could drive home.My
contacts were irritating and I mentioned that I wanted to take them out.This innocent comment led to him asking me if
brought a case with me.I answered that
it was in my car, and with that he swooped in like a gentleman and retrieved my
things for me.
As I brushed my teeth and slipped out of my clothes and into
my silky red chemise, he was in the other room checking Facebook and email.
We both were exhausted and headed straight for bed.It felt natural, almost ordinary in fact to
crawl into bed, pull the covers down and lay next to him.He put
his arm around me and our mouths found each other in the darkness, sharing
sweet goodnight kisses.My hands
caressed his chest and biceps, gently and it was cozy being tucked in under his
Our kissing switched from sweet and gentle to passionate and
hungry within just a few seconds. His
hand grabbed my breast tightly as his kiss felt literally like he was inhaling
me. My arm slid around the small of his
waist, drawing him closer to me and then over his boxer briefs. He kissed my neck hard and my desire for him
was becoming unbearable.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed me hard, causing
me to want him now and I told him so.In
the next moment, his boxer briefs were on the floor and our bodies were joined
together.It was exactly as I
remembered and the passion was even better this time.It was incredibly hot and even more so being
this close, sweat from his brow dripped onto me and our kisses tasted salty
from kissing each other’s skin.
After, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.When I awoke, I realized I had slept so
deeply that it felt almost like I was waking up from a surgery. I
haven’t slept that deeply in a very long time and it felt good to wake up next
to him. We shared morning breath
kisses which only lead to another lovemaking session, again perfect in every
We shared some snuggling and casual chit chat but I had to
get my day started.I got dressed and
tried to smooth my hair down.He dressed also and we shared a few more
kisses as I pulled on the teal blouse from the night before.I
drove the long drive home with a smile on my face, replaying the real fantasy
reel of fresh memories in my mind.
I didn’t want to analyze what I was feeling or
what he might be feeling in this moment right now. I did enjoy smelling his cologne still on my skin and replaying the night in my mind. It felt like we were making progress and I was happy about the hot summer night with Man Candy… but would the sweetness last… ?
It was a beautiful evening when I stepped out to meet “Man
Candy” at the restaurant overlooking the river.This was our fourth date on our second go
around.Since he’s an ex in “dating
math” that’s practically the matching sweaters stage, or at least completely
respectable to have intimate relations (translation: hot monkey sex…).
Going into the date before this, I wasn’t exactly sure if it
was a trip to the “friend zone” or to ‘lovers lane”… but after a steamy makeout
session and blood rushing to various naughty bits, I could easily rule out the
friend zone, check.However, the last
question I wanted to ask myself was “where are we, where is this going?”I enjoyed this stage of flirting, kissing
and talking – there didn’t have to be any exchanges of promises or bodily
fluids for me to be happy.In fact, I’m
trying to hold my heart back and to be honest it hasn’t been too hard because
he is too.
I didn’t have a game plan mapped out for this date or any
specific moves.In fact, I worked late
and had to rush getting ready for the night.It was a hot summer night and I wore a very sexy number that showed a
lot of cleavage and yet was sexy without being slutty.He smiled when he saw me and greeted me
with a tight hug and a kiss.
We were seated in the crowded restaurant, ordering drinks
and catching each other up on our days.Now that we are in the routine of keeping in touch every day, the
conversation flowed easily.We talked
about the first time we dated (6 months ago) and how this time was different.He admitted that there was so much about me
that he didn’t know the first time because he didn’t exactly give me a chance
to share a lot of myself to him.He went
on to say that the things that he knows about me now make him like me a lot
He stopped short of thanking me per se for seeing him again,
but that it was a pleasure to get to know all my layers.I added that the first time we dated that
when we were out, we had our hands all over each other and now we do more
talking. I explained that one of the
reasons I agreed to see him again and to even consider a romantic reunion was
that he wasn’t the kind of man who had sex for sport.It meant something to him and he didn’t sleep
around.He became quiet and took a deep breath before
he confessed that he hasn’t been with anyone since we broke up in
February.My words came slowly and I
looked down before I spoke them, then meeting his eyes again, telling him that
I hadn’t been with anyone else either.
Our words seemed to float in the air, our eyes were locked
on each other and everything else seemed to be frozen around us.It was one of those moments in life that
feels like a slow motion.The heart
that I had previously been so successful holding onto was now thumping hard in
my chest.I looked down at his mouth
approaching mine and then again at his eyes before closing my eyes.I felt his lips and we shared a long, passionate
kiss.The kiss seemed to make the words
We paid the check and he walked me to my car.Finally, we had some privacy and our makeout
sesh became intense, maybe too intense for the parking garage.We were startled by the sarcastic honk of a
passing car.The driver obviously didn’t
care about this turning point in our relationship, whatever… lol.
He was a little embarrassed about the passing car, but I
didn’t care and I kissed him harder, pressing him against my car.As I kissed him, I was also mentally
processing what he told me and trying to decide if it really made a difference
or if I was exaggerating it because I wanted it to mean something. My thoughts raced as he pulled me tighter to
him, now kissing my neck.I could
instantly feel my defenses melt and wished I didn’t have to go home tonight, yet
knowing it was best that I did. I
yanked him by his belt loops against me and gasped when I did, feeling his obvious
Leaving him was difficult but I knew I should.We exchanged short kisses and as we parted,
we were reluctant to let go of each other’s hands. The drive home was a daydream with romantic scenes
from our past, tonight and what it would be like to sleep next to him again.Admittedly, I was loosening the tight grip
of my heart and for the moment it didn’t really seem to matter.
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