CarolineOh
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It's his birthday tomorrow. Thirtytwo, the sweet young thing.
I met him one year ago, February. The week after a lonely Valentine's day. I was catering a luncheon business meeting. Nothing fancy, cold cuts, potato salad, etc. I was setting the food out when the guests started arriving. Among them, my eye was drawn to a tall, handsome black man. He walked into the room smiling, and greeted each person with genuine warmth and humor. I thought he was just about the finest man I'd ever seen.
And then he walked over to me and introduced himself. I was invisible to everyone else in the room, but this gorgeous hunk walked over, shook my hand and complimented me on the spread.
The meeting started and I had to go set up another buffet, planning to come back later and pick up what I'd left.
When I returned, I found all my things neatly packed up. Everyone else had gone, but there was my handsome man, waiting for me.
I thanked him for cleaning up, and he helped me carry everything out to my van. We stood in the parking lot for a long time, talking. Finally we shook hands and parted, and as I was driving away, my heart sank. I realized he had not asked me for my phone number.
The next day I was in my office and the phone rang. It was him. I had forgotten that when he first approached me, I had given him my business card. He asked me if I would go out to dinner with him, and I said ok. sure, while inside I was saying "YESYESYESYES"
That first date was perfect. Dinner was perfect, the conversation was perfect, that first, lingering kiss goodnight was perfect.
I had a terrible marriage. I still hurt from it. It is hard for me to trust, hard to open myself fully, to allow myself to be vulnerable. And I have other issues. I have to explore my sexuality, to feel I have freed myself from the horrible suffocation of my nearly sexless marriage. I'm a real pain in the ass in this stage of my life, no doubt about it.
And Sam, my sweet Sam, you have always understood. You have been a shoulder when I needed to cry, strong arms when I needed to be held. And when I need space, you always know just how many steps back to take.
And baby, you are the most wonderful lover I ever had, more glorious than I ever imagined I could have.
It's hard for me to say it, you know that . And you don't push to hear it.
You will hear it tomorrow, over and over again.
I love you, Sam.
Happy birthday, baby.
Ā
~There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all.
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more. ~
-lennon/mccartney
I met him one year ago, February. The week after a lonely Valentine's day. I was catering a luncheon business meeting. Nothing fancy, cold cuts, potato salad, etc. I was setting the food out when the guests started arriving. Among them, my eye was drawn to a tall, handsome black man. He walked into the room smiling, and greeted each person with genuine warmth and humor. I thought he was just about the finest man I'd ever seen.
And then he walked over to me and introduced himself. I was invisible to everyone else in the room, but this gorgeous hunk walked over, shook my hand and complimented me on the spread.
The meeting started and I had to go set up another buffet, planning to come back later and pick up what I'd left.
When I returned, I found all my things neatly packed up. Everyone else had gone, but there was my handsome man, waiting for me.
I thanked him for cleaning up, and he helped me carry everything out to my van. We stood in the parking lot for a long time, talking. Finally we shook hands and parted, and as I was driving away, my heart sank. I realized he had not asked me for my phone number.
The next day I was in my office and the phone rang. It was him. I had forgotten that when he first approached me, I had given him my business card. He asked me if I would go out to dinner with him, and I said ok. sure, while inside I was saying "YESYESYESYES"
That first date was perfect. Dinner was perfect, the conversation was perfect, that first, lingering kiss goodnight was perfect.
I had a terrible marriage. I still hurt from it. It is hard for me to trust, hard to open myself fully, to allow myself to be vulnerable. And I have other issues. I have to explore my sexuality, to feel I have freed myself from the horrible suffocation of my nearly sexless marriage. I'm a real pain in the ass in this stage of my life, no doubt about it.
And Sam, my sweet Sam, you have always understood. You have been a shoulder when I needed to cry, strong arms when I needed to be held. And when I need space, you always know just how many steps back to take.
And baby, you are the most wonderful lover I ever had, more glorious than I ever imagined I could have.
It's hard for me to say it, you know that . And you don't push to hear it.
You will hear it tomorrow, over and over again.
I love you, Sam.
Happy birthday, baby.
Ā
~There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all.
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more. ~
-lennon/mccartney
etc.
I'm so happy for you that you've found someone who treats you like you deserve to be treated.. 
