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 I finished the kitchen, cleaned the apartment, and cooked a turkey.  There was so much FOOD.  And laughing, and great conversation between everyone.  

Mister fit right in.  This was a "mixed" group of friends meaning i'm close to all that were there but they don't know each other.  So in a way, he wasn't the only one meeting new people.

And it all worked out perfectly.  Because i have awesome friends and perhaps he is a potential awesome "boyfriend". 

I was 100% myself, got a little tipsy and bawdy, cracking jokes and being obnoxious as i sometimes do around my friends .......he didn't get his panties in a bunch, or try to control me in any way shape or form, seemed to enjoy me as much as anyone and joined in on the banter.  He got a few good zingers in there that cracked everyone up.  He was attentive, and people noticed.  Ever the gentleman, always conscious of my needs.

Which i find uncomfortable, but i'm getting acclimated.  Never has a man doted on me.  Carlos treated me very well.  I always had a drink in hand and never went hungry or bored around him.  He was a great host, quite the ladies man - always made me feel comfortable.  And the sex. whew.  HOWEVER, he was not interested in me as a person, as much as entertainment.  He just had more class than the other men like him.

Being doted on is different.  Having a man care about what you might want or need and projecting it to make it happen before i'm even aware i want or need something..........that is different.  And i don't always know what to do with it, so i get irritated.

Did.  I'm now appreciating it.  It's like the tides are turning and it's me being treated the way i've always treated the men in my life.

hoping they would return the favor.

Well.  It's still too early to tell if he is genuine, or if this is an act.  I can't help my cynicism, i've earned it. 


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