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Lucky number 3

5 Apr

Ladies and germs, I’m pleased to share with you that today Monsieur le Baguette and I are heading out for a 3rd date.  This time we’re spending the entire weekend together.  Three whole nights!!  We’re off for a fun filled weekend in Washington, DC where we’ll wander the city, make out at various monuments celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary (again), order room service, drink champagne, wreck the bed in the hotel, and not sleep.  #romance

It’s been 2 weeks since we last saw each other and we’ve spent countless hours on the phone.  Marathon phone calls lasting up to 6.5 hours (no joke).  What do we talk about?  Everything.  Nothing.  If we’re crazy because of this spark.  If the spark is real.  How will we know?  Should we slow things down?  How would we?  Should we just lean in and go for it?  When will I meet his kids?  When will he meet my family?  A few nights we haven’t said goodnight until after 4:00 am.  If the late nights are any indication of how the weekend will go, pretty sure that we’re not going to be getting much sleep.

Seems to me like things are going pretty well so far.  We’ve started referring to each other as “future” boyfriend/girlfriend.  Why future?  Because he hasn’t finished up with his rebounds.  And because I’ve got at least 1 more romp with #4 planned – next week.  The other night when we were on the phone I said something about how he needs to finish them and he said, “I’m not going to.”He went into it thinking, “maybe there’s someone better out there.”  Instead he’s going out and thinking to himself, “I’d rather be with Catherinette.”  I’m a rare gemstone!!

We’ve already started talking about our next date which will likely be in May.  That time we’ll be hopping on a plane and jetting off for a romantic weekend in wine country.

I’ll keep you posted along the way.  Wish me luck!

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It might be you

22 Mar

8 days ago: Monsieur le Baguette was overseas last week visiting his friends.  On his first day there he FaceTimed me and introduced me to his friends.  They used the nickname he had given me to greet me.  Adorable.

6 days ago: He text messaged me to see if I could talk.  He called me on the phone from overseas to ask me out on a date for today.  He’s currently on a business trip and wanted to know if he could fly in to Baltimore instead of to DC.  I’d pick him up, we could get dinner together, and he’d stay at a hotel.  Of course I said yes.  Adorable.  Please note this is also the same night I got naked with a 33 year old stranger.  Still, we can agree that Monsieur le Baguette’s actions were absolutely swoon worthy.  Le fucking sigh, y’all.

5 days ago: His flight was delayed out of the Europe on Saturday and he was stuck on the tarmac for 2 hours.  We text messaged the whole time.  He said if he got stuck, he’d take me on a FaceTime walk around the city so I could see how pretty it was.  Adorable.

3 days ago: I had a big old project launch.  He sent me a little video of him singing because he thought it would be funny and keep me from being anxious. He called me after putting his girls to bed.  We were on the phones for three hours.  Adorable.

2 days ago: He flew out to the Midwest for his business trip.  He text messaged me from the plane, then the airport lounge and wrote, “next time you come with me.”  He called me that night from his hotel room.  Adorable.

1 day ago: Yesterday he called the hotel he’s booked for tonight and told them we were celebrating our 5 year wedding anniversary.  A cheese plate and bottle of champagne will be waiting for us in the hotel room. I mean, fucking SWOON!  How about that for romance on a second date??  Fucking A+ adorable.

Our next date is already lined up for the first weekend in April.  A weekend in Washington, DC.  Hotel room is booked for 2 nights.  He’s already planned an entire day, and made dinner reservations.

This is good, right?  This isn’t casual, right?  We can all swoon together, can’t we?  RIGHT?

How do you say “kiss me” in French?

15 Mar

You guys.  YOU GUYS!  I like this one.  I mean like this one.  It’s going to happen, I can feel it – in the same way I could feel that #4 was going to end up in my bedroom (on more than one occasion).

Monsieur le Baguette and I are going to happen.

Sunday we had the greatest date in the history of great dates.  Prior to that, I would have said my best date had been the first official date with 3D. It was the Sunday before Memorial Day.  He invited me over to his house for a cookout.  He made tacos to celebrate my Mexican heritage, we played board games, we made smores in the firepit, we made out in his pick up truck, we took a midnight stroll across a college campus, he was a dreamboat.  It was great fun.  Then I got sick, ended up in the hospital, and almost died.  Let’s forget that part since it was after the date.  Let’s also not factor in that I slept with someone else the morning of the date.

That date with 3D has been bumped down to #2 because Monsieur le Baguette now gets the distinction.  We spent 14 (12 really) hours together.  We had an amazing brunch, went whiskey tasting, sat outside and drank together, he kissed me by the water, we drank some more, we flirted, we laughed, kissed again, I took my shirt off in his hotel room, and he spooned me.  Obviously some other stuff happened in between too.  And we laughed, so much.  He’s so funny.  Doubled over, crying laughing.  We just clicked.  Lock into key, 2 puzzle pieces, whatever, we clicked.  He’s so funny and cute and has dreamy blue-green eyes and he likes me and he’s so adorable!  His eyes.  Those dreamy blue-green eyes that look right into your soul – le sigh, people.

While we were sitting by the water enjoying our drinks, he said to me, “this is going to happen, isn’t it?” Duh, totes going to happen.  We dove into the conversation – listen, I’m down.  I like him, but we’re going to have to take it slow here.  He’s 7 months out of a 10+ year marriage.  I told him he had to rebound with someone else, work it out of his system, go and sleep around, and then come back to me.  I don’t think my heart could take it if I was the rebound – too painful.  I don’t need to know about it, he just needs to work that shit out.

The sad part about all of this romance is he lives over an hour away, it’s okay, we’re going to figure it out.

Lots of texting since Sunday.  He’s smitten, I can tell by when he tells me he misses me, or he can’t wait to see me, or whatever.  In some respects the distance is good because we’d both jump in with both feet and we need to  s l o w  i t  d o w n  or it will fizzle fast.  Last night he left the country for a long weekend.  He called me from the airplane to say goodbye, and he text messaged me this morning.

You guys, it’s happening.  I’m going to be his little spoon.

So

11 Mar

I’m in love and we’re going to get married*. Greatest first date ever.

Maybe it’s the booze, maybe it’s that he’s awesome. This is going to go somewhere. I can feel it.

*bone

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