You girls are so funny. It is so much fun being single in your 40's.
It is like being young and in college where you can do whatever you want only this time you have wisdom and money. I am having the decade of my life right now. I don't make it a habit to go out much. Not because it is hard to do but because I have so many other focused hobbies right now including running a farm with horses, Classical Guitar studies and now this body building/fitness thing all on top of a very demanding job. When I get a free night I usually have one of a dozen or so friends that I want to spend quality time with. Quite frankly I am pretty happy just being me but every now and then I let go and go out with someone who I don't know just to mix things up a little.
So since you asked here is my date blog....
(G rated version only since this is a family place.
I already told you how I woke up yesterday morning and put on my dress pants only to find they were 3 inches too big in the waist and too big in the booty. Well at lunch I went to the store across from my office and had to go to the JR department to find a pair of size 3 pants that would fit me. I found a pair and baby they were tight and also quite hot how they looked. I also while trying on these pants had a "wow" moment when I looked at the definition in my upper body (I had a sleevless top on). The result of these events when I finally arrived at the restaraunt was that I was feeling pretty damned hot and confident.
This was a blind date btw. I met Don in the lobby and we walked in together. When the hostess sat us and we walked back to the table I led the way (as is appropriate)
and I could feel his eyes on my bottom. It was quite nice actually becuase I felt good about myself.
At the table I could tell he was really happy. He actually apologized for being so forward and then told me that he has seen precious few women of my age who have kept it together that well. We talked for a bit about working out. He is a gym rat who works out primarily on cardio machines and weight machines. I told him about deadlifts and squats and lunges and free weights. It gave us a great topic to break the ice.
After dinner we went to a nice coffee shop where there was live music. The players were two classical guitarists. (He thought of everything.)
While we were sitting there, me a bit to the front of him and facing the players I had my elbow on the table and my head resting on my hand. He was rubbing my shoulders. It felt nice so I did a stretch which included a nice contraction of my bicep. Just at that moment his hand lands on my bicep. I turned to look at him and he has this suprised look on his face which immediately turns to a grin. So I gave it a full flex for him. I asked him if he was scared and he laughed and said yes but he liked it. It was pretty funny.
That was pretty much the night except for the good-night kiss. He spent a lot of time telling me how much he appreciated the work I did in the gym, and confessed to looking at my bottom as I walked to the table. I spent a lot of time feeling like all the work so far is very worth it for more than just my health.
