A woman walks into a pharmacy..

So I had this really great time last weekend with the PillPusher. A very VERY lovely dinner on Friday. I don't know that I've ever been on a first date that went so effortlessly. Brilliant conversation. Hilarity overload. Comfortable silences.

And he's tall. Oh yes he is. He's TALL.

This was followed with a beautiful afternoon Saturday at his home in the wilds of Spotsylvania County. Far more hilarity ensued fueled by copious amounts of wine. Far more than was planned or expected saw the late afternoon sun dip behind the trees and dusk rise.

The plan was to cook dinner together. I wasn't allowed to help. I was made to sit at the table, drink more than was acceptable and regale him with the frivolities of my life. Dinner was served with the story of his.

The next morning I was awakened to the smell of fresh coffee. Just roasted beans brewed in a french press. A breakfast of leftovers. A mid-morning nap.

I like this man. I like this man a lot. He's damaged goods like me. He wants quiet like me. He wants intimacy like me. He wants companionship.

He can give me what the Butterfly never can.

He's gone for Thanksgiving. Previous plans to be with his family. That's ok. Gives us time to think. He called from the road today and I told him I missed him. He reminded me that I wanted this time apart. He promised that the frantic pace where he works would be over before christmas. That he would expect time with me then.

Funny that. Someone wanting time with me.

Filling a Prescription

Tis been forever it seems since I've put fingers to keyboard.

Knitting has become a lifestyle. I've been making the Butterfly a sweater and it has truly turned into the Sweater From Hell. Just as I finally thought I could block it this weekend, I noticed that the sleeves aren't quite right. Well one sleeve to be specific. So I've had to frog it down 3/4 of the way. Sigh.

The good news is I've gotten almost all my other holiday projects finished. I had planned on blocking things all weekend but that's been unexpectedly delayed.

I have a date.

A date you say? When did this happen? Don't you have a friend with benefits? Arent' you just not interested in anyone? Who the fuck is this guy?

Hmm. Answers later. Perhaps. He shall forthwith be known as the PillPusher. Will this become serious? Trust me, my own inquiring mind wants to know. So far he seems normal, has little to no baggage (read: NO DAMN KIDS), makes a decent living, owns his own home and is also NOT interested in EVER tying the knot with ANYONE. On the surface those pretty much put him into the "we can work with this" category. Plus he's educated, witty, well read and has a firm command of the English language, both written and oral.

Clearly there's something wrong with him that I have yet to uncover. I don't have this kind of luck with men.

I just wonder how the hell I'm going to juggle two of them, lol.