Wo! I feel good, I knew that I wouldn’t of
I feel good, I knew that I wouldn’t of
So good, so good, I got you
Wo! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can do no wrong
and when I hold you in my arms
My love won’t do you no harm
My last post ended with a cliffhanger of a post-breakup dinner with the Hunter to see if we could patch things up. The comment section tells you the answer – yes, we did patch things up and I feel even better about our relationship. I’m not sooo scared of what is happening.
On Wednesday, we had a heart-to-heart talk over dinner. We got everything out in the open. He asked questions about what actually did occur on Sunday at the festival. It was a good conversation and he requested a new rule with me – when I am out with the girls/friends, I must turn off my phone. Hey, I am all about censorship in this instance and agreed readily. Drunk texting has never done me any favors.
The air is cleared between us with some caveats that I need to stop sabotaging things, we need to go on some out-of-the-house dates (that’s mine) and just general candid conversation. I think both of us were pleasantly surprised that this entire hour long conversation had no raised voices, no short tempers – it was very calm, mature, measured, and thoughtful. I for one was incredibly pleased and relieved since any of these types of conversations with the ex ended up with me in tears, him screaming – ugh. Just all very unpleasant.
Now that relationship business is out of the way, he scooped me up and we hit the bedroom…hard. The sex was outstanding. For him, it was the best yet. The Hunter has got some serious game and is a tremendous amount of fun. He asked me if I wanted angry make-up sex or sweet loving make-up sex. How many guys would think to ask you that? He did, so we decide to try both and see which we prefer. It was awesome. Absolutely awesome.
On Thursday I had a work cocktail event, so with the lesson learned about not having him come over later (makes me feel pressured, like I have a curfew), we didn’t get see each other until Friday. He brought a great take-out dinner over and we had the MOST romantic evening. We turned off the lights, fired up some candles, we drank some wine, I have soft music playing. It was wonderful. We ended up dancing after dinner. It was just a great sensual evening. The sex was once again amazing.
The Hunter is really into me. He tells me all the time and he is dropping the L-word into conversation. “I feel a lot of love for you in my heart.” He’s patient. He says it and then gives me time to digest this.
We all know that I am concerned about the income disparity between us. He is too and on Friday in the midst of our romantic evening, we had yet another serious conversation about this. He brought it up. He told me that he knows that he needs to step it up in order to keep me, and he has ideas on how to go about that. The Hunter knows that he will eventually be meeting people in my world and knows that his current job doesn’t cut it. That makes him nervous about meeting my people. This became evident on Saturday night.
On Saturday, there was a jazz concert nearby that I really wanted to go see. It was Brazilian jazz that I was introduced to by my ex. Yes, it is a bit weird to take the current guy to listen to music related to the former, but whatever, it worked out fine. The concert was great. We smuggled in a bottle of wine. He was actually a bit nervous that perhaps we would meet friends of mine. We didn’t and he relaxed.
At this moment, I am happy. I am happy with him and I am putting aside my concerns for now because in the light of day they seem more like excuses than reasons founded in substance. We shall see where this part of my journey goes, but for now I am walking through the woods with the Hunter and I feel safe and secure.