"So I met this guy" seems to be the intro to many a story from an enthusiastic woman still retaining an optimistic grip on the idea that love can happen any moment. It doesn't matter the age if bitterness hasn't set in like full rigor mortis every woman hangs onto the hope that the man of her dreams does exist and is not a figment of her imagination. I am just such a woman and guess what...I met this guy!! Well, actually I've known him a little over a year now and he is such a man, a real maaaaaaan. I sit here and I am amazed, totally amazed at the person he is. The friendship that we've formed still astounds me. I am tickled that I still have the ability to be tickled, to be impressed, to be smitten, yes I said smitten. After all I have put myself through in love and for the sake of love I thought the ability to experience excitement over the potential of a man had all but evaporated. If there were such a bone in my body that responds to profound potential I would call it my "giddy bone" and I am delighted to say that my giddy bone works just fine. How sweet it is to know that my many love fiascos and relationship trainwrecks have not left me deaf to the deep abyss that love calls from. My ears still perk up to the sound of a man conveying his thoughts with razor sharp wit and a school boy's charm. Every fiber of my being is aroused when he speaks. He has this uncanny way of detailing a story or idea that he is trying to get across to me, its like he is tutoring me or something. I feel at times in his presence like a silly sixteen year old in awe of him, hanging on his every word, yet trying desperately not to appear like I am. I absolutely love learning from him, picking his brain. There are only seven years between us but his wisdom runs deep. I adore his stories that begin with the words "my daddy used to always say". We established a friendship over a year ago and just our conversations were enough to keep me coming back for more even while I went through some pretty turbulent times. I am learning so much from this treasured friendship with him. In fact, the friendship has completely revolutionized my thinking. I have always questioned whether two adults can retain a friendship while admitting an attraction. My fellowship with this fine specimen of a man tells me that it is so. He has not attempted to purchase my affection or to remove the difficulty from my life financially. He has not come to my aid like Superman. He has been my friend, an encouraging presence and well able hero. As I cling to my independence in the wake of my woes he stands by and respects my stubborn "I can do it myself" stance. I am still on the fence about how I feel about that but I do cherish the moments of reprieve that I get to experience when with him. He doesn't take the easy way out and gain my favor by throwing money my way. He has done much more than that. He has made me question like Ruth "what have I done to have gained such favor in his sight"? I recognize that things are but a mere request to him. The "Boaz" in him can make things happen but for the first time in a long time I realize that I do not want the things. I want to better understand him, to enjoy being in his company not for an exchange that would be far too easy. He could bring relief to any my circumstances simply. I am intrigued with him. Being near him is much more of an intellectual comfort than anything. He doesn't speak down to me but caresses my intelligence and guards my tenderness. When in his presence I exhale. I rest safely and peacefully. He plays music for me and allows me to lounge in the buttery warmth of his favorite chair and simply be. I am well attended to when with him. This turns me on completely and for that I am grateful. The little things have always meant so very much to me. To be with a man that makes my presence in their life not about them is so refreshing. In every relationship that I've been in I have been the caretaker and sustainer of the "us" that existed. It just feels good to be tended to sometimes and he does it so well. He is in every sense of the word a grown man. His maturity I see is what I have longed for. I am just so glad that our friendship was priority for both of us so that now if anything transpires our foundation has been firmly established. This relaxed friendship is in no danger of being devalued or limited. I vowed to myself not long ago that I was taking six months to a year off from the exhaustive work of a relationship and I am indeed doing just that. I will not break that promise to myself. I will however, receive all that this gentleman has to offer. I will however celebrate that I can still respond appropriately to the right kind of man. Just the mere pleasure of knowing my "giddby bone" is fully functional delights me so. I am very Cleopatra minded with him. I can stretch out and be adored and doted on, my fantasy come true. I receive his respect like the crown jewels and offer it to him with complete reverence. He deserves it. He is a distinguished gentleman, genuine and down to earth yet regal and experienced. He is no novice to treating a lady like a lady. This is plainly seen and experienced. Yes, he makes me giddy I say giddy, downright giddy I tell you! He kicks back and lets me be giddy and silly and sensual. I double over with extreme delight. He is my six foot chocolate treat that I savor. I throw my head back and revel in this moment. It may be only a window in time so for now I am greatly pleased to join Stella and "get my groove back". Maybe I'm his female version of "Winston", who knows but I will groove on.
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