The previous post was written on the 4th of December and saved as a draft, I guess I meant to get back to it and wallow in self pity for awhile.
I wasn't doing so well mentally back then.
My children had tried my patience to the point of breaking, the holidays coming up, disappointment in where I was with my jobs, business and I was having Florida issues. I believe that I was psyching myself up to move to Florida and settle in something that was not totally me.
And then after some thought, I realized it didn't completely fit. It was like a half fit and the rest was not quite, but it would do.
Thank goodness I woke up and realized it. To think if I hadn't.
So where have I been for two months other than thinking and realizing? Well, let me tell ya.
On December 12th I got a call to work a shift for an injured bartender. I had no plans, other than a nice bottle of wine, a few loads of laundry and a movie.
So I get to the bar and soon realize that the movie at home would have been more exciting. The place was deadsville. I am groaning to myself and trying to be entertaining to a couple of very boring customers when the door opens and "He" walks in.
He orders a beer, a Tequila sunrise and a Patron and Pineapple. I asked if he wanted them all at once or for me to stagger them. He looked at me and told me to bring them all.
I saw a sadness in his eyes, an anger, a frustration and way deep in there was a hurt so deep that it left scars.
I smiled my biggest smile and served his drinks. He downed the beer and then took a sip of his sunrise. He grimmised and asked if I was trying to get him loaded.
I smiled again and said, "Darlin, if I was trying to get you loaded, I would have asked for your phone number first!"
He laughed. And I felt his laugh from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It was warm and genuine and I knew I wanted to hear it again and again.
I walked around the bar, making sure all the other customers were full and by the time I got around to him, he looked up, spun his phone around and said, "Put your number in".
He didn't have to ask twice.
We talked on the phone the next day.
More on the phone the day after that.
Went out the evening of the 3rd day to the wee hours of the morning(Friday the 15th).
Again on the 4th day(Saturday the 16th).
He met my family Christmas.
He moved in on the 3rd of January.
Fast. Yes. Crazy. YES!
And I am loving every moment.
And To think, I almost missed it all.