Getting to know me, again. . . . .

I slow danced with a man on Saturday night. It felt so good to be held, to smell that "clean man" cologne smell, to feel his hand on my lower back guiding me as we danced. He held my hand in his, he said he was brought up old school and that is how you dance with a lady. (So sweet!) I have been asked to dance before at the local watering hole, I have always politely said "no thanks". I guess I just didn't feel like being that close to anyone. I feel comfortable with this guy. I have known OF him since I moved here, he is always friendly in the store, a townie that knows everyone. We have recently talked a number of times on a personal level and I like him. After we danced, we went out to his truck and talked for 2 hours or so. (I bet you thought I was going to say something else didn't you? Shame, shame on you!) I like talking to him. (Did I say that already? I probably did.) He gave me a ride to my car, which was about 7 parking spaces from his, then we stood outside and talked for a few more minutes. I started to feel a bit awkward, I didn't know how to end the evening, I didn't want him to think I was WAITING for him to kiss me, I didn't even know if I wanted to be kissed. So I gave him a big hug, said thanks for the fun evening, hopped in my car and drove away. When I got home I sort of felt bad, like I left him standing there. (I am such a nerd!) To rectify the situation in my mind I text messaged him to tell him I enjoyed talking with him. We went back and forth a few times, then I fell into the most peaceful sleep I have had in a very long time! It's nice to connect with someone on an intellectual level.

(Shelli, this does not in any way, shape, or form mean I am not coming home, because damn it, I am)