So, two very different weekends. Last weekend I spent with this woman that I have known for years, and that I am goo-goo ga-ga over. We laugh, we talk, we have sex, it is the most emotional I have been with someone in a very long time.
This weekend, I spent time with another woman. This one I have known for years, just not as many. We have been close for over a year now. We haven’t been intimate, but we do share a bed from time-to-time. She spends time with me and with my kids. They know her.
Over the course of two weekends back-to-back, I’ve had everything I want in a relationship with a woman. The fun, frivolous, joyous, all night escapades mixed with the caring, understanding, motherly dispostion.
Right now shit is going right, I just don’t know for how long.
So, this is going to seem coarse and just selfish. 2 weeks ago today, after spending a great night with a woman I really care about, I realized something. At one particular place that I use to work, I have now slept with all the woman that worked in the office, except one. K, E, and now D I have been with. M I haven’t, but I saw her naked at her then future husbands New Years Eve party. How can I have any ill will for that place!
I haven’t wanted to do anything all day. Other than go to the grocery store and pick up an R2-D2 from work, I haven’t done anything.
I have been sitting here watching movies, tweeting, and Facebooking. I have also been thinking of her. I enjoy this woman so much it should be criminal. We have a lot in common. We talk for hours, about a variety of topics.
I feel goofy. Like a teenager. Like, happy. We live in different towns, no biggie. When we are together, we are pretty much together every minute! We have taken a bath together, we have slept together (I really mean just slept together), we even go to the bathroom together.
I treat her with respect, put no other before her, and express my feelings for her both verbally and non-verbally. She tells me how great I am. How she has wanted someone like me her entire life.
The problem: She has feelings for someone else. Someone who is married. Someone who doesn’t show her the respect that I do.
I’m not saying that I am ready to give up on her, by no stretch of the imagination. I think she is worth every bit of energy and emotion that I am pouring into her. I know that I have a fight on my hands. One that I may not win, but she is so worth every minute of this.