Ahh… things have been a little more peaceful in my life and things are going well with my budding relationships. I’m pretty into the NRE with Great Date and Roller Girl and I are skirting around getting pretty mushy. I had a wonderful date again with Traveler. He’s just so easy to be with and so amazingly sexy and funny and cute. I like him so damn much. And this morning, I’m feeling a little sad. I have this weird thing that happens after a very good date.. I get sort of blue. I am all smiles and kisses and oxytocin and endorphins, and somebody waves goodbye and I feel this emotional post date droop.
“We just spent 18 hours together and you are sad I’m leaving?” Um.. not going to say that. But it’s true. There’s something about the magic you create with a date. I love the intense conversation, sex and affection of a really good date. I get all connecty and then poof, it’s time to go home and wake up and let go. Over breakfast I’m enjoying the conversation but also knowing that it’s coming to an end. We talk about our plans for the day or the coming days and I want to include them in mine and be included in theirs.
I want them on my agenda. I want to be able to look at Google calendar when they’ve driven away or I’m riding the ferry home. I want to be able to see that I will see them again soon. It’s hard to let go. It’s so bittersweet, afternoons like this. I am still soaked in the night before and those last kisses and hugs, and I’m feeling the loss and the separation of another week waiting to see them again. Such sweet torture.
On the plus side, it’s not a date for Great Date and I, but we are getting together with him and his Gal tonight for food and a card game. God I’m excited to see him again. I now feel Hubby’s pain when it was hard for him to only see Roller Girl once a week while he was feeling like this. It’s a good control for keeping NRE in check and being sure we don’t accidentally connect wrongly to someone, damn it’s hard. I want to see him like 3 days a week right now. Ahh.. sweet torture again.