There is potential there, but this is the slowest roll I’ve ever experienced. Not even a kiss yet! I keep thinking of you and teacher, and reminding myself there is no rush to figure anything out. I am living in the moment, one day at a time. Life is very good. If things don’t pan out, that’s fine. If they do, that’s fine too. smile
WTB - I'm thinking back to how things began with Teacher and I. We had a walk once then followed that with a drink and visit - maintaining a safe distance between us. Then we had a hike on some trails and found ourselves walking a little closer together as well as riding together in my pickup. Then an early morning lunar eclipse hike and our arms brushed against each other occasionally. We met for a few bike rides and talked a bit more. Then a kayak day and more time together in a vehicle and when I dropped her and her kayak off, I meant to give her a little peck on the cheek, but she turned her face and captured a smack on the lips!
Over the next couple of months we only made out like teenagers, in the car. Even after we finally decided to be intimate, it took us several more months to acknowledge that we are dating. Now, after 2 years, we are referring to each other as "girlfriend" and "boyfriend".
I have 2 students in my classes that were her students in elementary school. This week one of them asked if I knew Ms. Teacher. I said I did. He said, "my mom thinks you're her boyfriend because she saw you on Teacher's facebook page!" We laughed about that.
In a totally unrelated update, we had another sleepover this weekend. It was really nice. We made food together and then, well, after the news was over...well, you people understand. And after a somewhat restful night's sleep, what with getting cold and having her find the comforter and then me getting up to let little Molly out and feeding her, well, we had had hard time getting back to sleep. So, appropriately, we greeted each other intimately and got up to make breakfast.
We both had plenty of things on our lists to try and get accomplished so I packed my gear (but not the toothbrush!) and headed home. Much later in the day I sent a text explaining that I was pretty tired and thought I would just stay home. She responded with a "Thank God" response. Its sort of difficult to be a horn dog at this age, but, at least we agree! Hell, we both need time to recover!
She did say that little Molly cried when I left, so I've got that going for me. I must be part of her pack!
Have a great time all. You never know what can happen in your New Beginning!
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