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 I got me one of those fancy executive leather chairs now......woohooo....It was my bosses, but hey, now it's mine!  

It's the small things in life.

Don is coming over tonight.  As long as he is here Saturday night, thats okay.  We are meeting up with my friends for the first time at our old meeting place in Meriden.  I'm excited.  He probably isn't.  But it will make me happy.

I hate to say it, but if he doesn't like my friends thats going to be a problem.  

They just want me to be happy and to be treated well.  They know i don't have much luck with men.  So fingers crossed.  He'll be fine.

He does have a jealous streak that concerns me.  As long as it doesn't get out of control or cause "drama" a little jealousy is okay.  I'm not sure what he is used to dating but he keeps telling me he hasn't dated anyone like me before.  Not sure what that means exactly, but the little he tells me about previous experiences........they sound a bit wild.

I'm wild.  Just not in public.  Thats no ones business but ours.  And of course my friends know the crazy side of me too......but my crazy and real crazy are two different things.  No fighting with him in public.  Period.  Thats just embarrassing.  It shouldn't happen between adults.  I'm not gonna be the entertainment for everyone.  

Since this is our first time out........i have no idea how he behaves.  Gonna find out.  

He sents me songs and tells me to listen to them.  And they are good songs too.  He has caught on to the fact that is my language.  This morning it was "Angel Eyes"  Last week it was "When i need you" and the first song he ever sent me was "Make it with you" by Bread.

Sorry, but that works for me.  At least it's not songs from Korn or Mudvayne being screamed in my face!

It's romantic.  And he makes me feel wanted.  

The funny part is that he recorded the first one on his phone while he was listening to it instead of sending me a link.....That made it even better honestly.  

But his mood swings are for REAL.  One minute he's laughing with me, like a kid - and then he gets all sober and serious and tells me to calm down.  Riggghhht.  like thats going to happen.  But then he sometimes gets really annoyed and i told him he reminds me of my daughter when he does that.  She once told me i never shut up.  

I mean, why be around someone else if i can't talk to them?  I'm alone a lot.  But i guess i can be too much.  I ask a lot of questions, and i like telling stories......i like to talk.  Take it or leave it.  But he kind of slams shut like a big door has been closed.  

We are still getting used to each other.  I don't care for all his bossing around either.  He has his ways, and i have my ways.  We are going to have to adjust.  And it's and adjustment, believe ME.  We got to this age by doing things our way.....so there's going to be compromise because i'm not a puppet.

I am MORE than happy to let him take the lead quite honestly.  But the first time he lets me down, will be the last time I trust him to do it.  I will hand over my "in charge" card to the man who knows it's a real responsibility, not a bedroom game.  They all act like they want it, but when reality hits, they drop the ball.  Every. Time.

And then, i drop them.  I have no time for half ass men.  I wasted too much time with Bill thinking he had his shit together.  Thats all it was.....a bunch of SHIT.  And the universe reminded me not to trust too soon, or to give more than i can afford.  Take my time.  Watch.  THEN trust.  Not before. 

Anyways........i'm not used to a man coming over during the week......but i bet he makes dinner and i bet i won't complain about it.  And the house will be clean when i come home tomorrow (it is now, but he won't make a mess for me to clean up) 

And he's bringing me gifties..........got me a black leather purse because he thought i would like it.

Who does that for no reason?


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