Good morning guys and gals. I’m back from my trip with Art. I had a wonderful time even though it had a rough start. On Friday evening when we were supposed to leave, we got about 30 minutes out-of-town when I realized my headlights weren’t working. I tried to fix them, but there is a short and it was futile so we got a pizza and came back to my place.
We ended up leaving Saturday morning instead. The drive there was not boring at all because I had Art there to keep me entertained and to talk to. He’s so damn funny and smart and we have so much in common. Enough about that though. The meet and greet with the kids went really well. His kids are awesome. I shouldn’t have been so worried because they are very cool, polite, and just good kids.
Since my headlights weren’t working we decided to come back home yesterday. The drive back was just as much fun as the drive there. I never came out and asked him what his intentions were with me, but I didn’t feel the need to. At one point I did ask him if he was still going through women like Sherman through Atlanta. He said that he had stopped doing that a long time ago and chooses to take things painfully slow these days. I can live with that. In fact, I think that’s probably exactly what I need. I need someone to force me to take things slow. Rushing into a relationship has never turned out good for me, so I think taking it slow would be the best thing for me too. However, that doesn’t stop me from turning to mush every time he plays with the back of my neck and hair. I can’t help it. It’s involuntary. LOL
So here’s what I’ve decided to do. I’m going to just go with the flow here and if I fall, I just fall. If I get hurt in the end, then that’s alright. I’ll just have to take that chance. Playing it safe in life and love is no fun. Plus, if instead of getting hurt, it actually works out with Art, then I’ll have won the golden ticket. You gotta play to win baby!