…………. You May Not Remember Me
He laughed, “I remember you, Carrie right?”
✓ He remembered me
Me, “I hope it’s not too late to call.”
Him with a chuckle, “ummm no, it’s not too late, (I looked at the clock, it was 10 pm) I was just playing my guitar. How did your date go, it didn’t last very long?”
“He was a pompous ass lawyer.”
Him laughing, “Pompous ass lawyer eh?! That’s funny. I like you.”
✓ He liked me and I liked that
We talked for a couple of hours. I said, “So you play the guitar?” (My dad had played the guitar and I had taken lessons when I was a teenager) He explained he played lead guitar but had a headset he could wear so as not to disturb the neighbors.
I couldn’t believe how much we had in common, he had just found his birth mom, I had given a child up for adoption when I was 16.
He lived on the coast, I love the ocean, water of any kind really. I was buying a cabin on a lake and he told me he was buying a house on the ocean.
He was recovering from a bad motorcycle accident, (my first husband had almost died in a motorcycle accident). He was attending school and living temporarily about an hour from me, to retrain in a new profession because of his accident.
He asked me if he could buy me dinner sometime and I said I thought we had quite an age difference. He laughed and asked how old I thought he was, I guessed him to be in his late 20’s maybe 30, and I was 41.
He told me he was 34 and he had dated women much older than me. I was hesitant but he said he preferred a women a bit older because they weren’t into games, knew what they wanted, and maybe they could teach him something.
✓ He “got” my sense of humor
On a hunch I asked him when his birthday was. He told me the date and said, “I’m a libra.”
Me: “I knew it! I can’t date you, sorry.”
Him: “You don’t like Libra’s?”
Me: “No actually, I like them too much. I always end up falling in love with them and it’s never a good thing.
Him: “What horoscope sign do you like? I can be any sign you want?”
✓ Charming – a Libra trait.
I agreed to go out with him the next night after work.
I liked him, I really liked him.
Conversation had been easy, we laughed alot! We had alot in common, he was polite, like a boy who was raised in a good family to be respectful and polite,and I could tell he was into me.
He had told me he was raised by older, very religious adoptive parents on a farm in Saskatchewan. I have a lot of relatives in Saskatchewan and know people from Sask are different, in a good way. They tend to be neighborly, honest, and hard working.
He had found his birth mother only a few months earlier and flown to Vancouver to meet her, a full blood sister and two 1/2 siblings. He had been so nervous the whole plane had cheered him on and wished him well when they landed. He had bought champagne and flowers. The meeting had been better than anything he had imagined and they had such a connection he had stayed for 2 weeks. When he flew home he immediately quit his job, packed up his stuff and drove back to BC so he could get to know his birth family.
He said his family and friends in Saskatchewan had been worried he would be lead astray in the big city but he was loving the city, the ocean, his family. He was so thankful and blessed.
His birth mom and him were close immediately and talked daily.
He sounded very sweet, again I thought maybe he was too young for me, too niave.
I didn’t want a love sick puppy hanging around, I hate love sick puppies.
But he lived far enough away to not be a nuisance yet close enough to see on weekends.
Besides, I was a grown adult, he was extremely good looking, and if I wanted casual sex, I could have casual sex. Everyone kept telling me I didn’t have to marry every guy I had sex with!