BBQ and meet the family
I had a good time last night. Chris' sister Sara is a nice woman. She is a bit stressed--just sold the house in Oregon she and her husband purchased 10 years ago. She couldn't stand living there anymore after Matthew died, so she waited until the boys finished school and she bought a townhouse a few doors down from where Chris lives in Vancouver. Apparently she did well enough on the sale of the Oregon house that she was able to buy the townhouse outright, which eases a lot of the financial pressures of single-parenting. The boys miss their friends, but they love being near Uncle Chris, and they are making new friends. Children are so resilient.
Chris is not bad on a grill. We had ribeyes for the adults and hamburgers for the boys, neither of whom likes steak. Sara made a really tasty pear and blue cheese and walnut salad. I borrowed some of the blue cheese (danish) and made a blue cheese butter for Chris to drop on the meat its last minute on the grill. It worked out very nicely. Chris doesn't like alcohol so I didn't bring any wine, but his sister brought over a pitcher of lemon drops. We sat out on the deck and nursed it all through the evening. Around 8:30 my phone rang. I had it on just in case something came up with Tess and she needed to talk, but it was Michael. I had told him I was going out tonight, but he apparently was not paying attention.
When I went back outside, Sara took Luke, the younger boy, home. She told Mark to come along, so Chris and I could have some time to ourselves, but he wanted to stay and play Xbox (or whatever it is called) with Chris. I told her it was ok. And in fact I was a bit relieved to have him there, as I had a serious buzz-on and alcohol can make me amorous. I have not played a video game since I played with Sean a year and a half ago, so when it was my turn, I was worried I would embarrass myself, but infact I played well enough for a newbie that I impressed Mark. He told me I could come over and play with him any time.
At 10 Chris declared that it was time to watch a movie. Mark wanted to see the Incredibles, and since I'd only seen it the once at Thorsten's, with multiple toddler interruptions, I agreed. So we sat on the couch together, and Chris took my hand and played with my fingers. I noticed that he's taking better care of his hands, and it made me happy that he cared enough to do that for me, and for himself.
Mark soon fell asleep. He crashed hard, his head lolling against the arm of the couch, breathing the way children tend to breathe, through their mouths. Chris stood up and tugged on my hand, his fingers to his lips. I stood up and followed where he lead, which, thankfully, was the living room. And we talked a while, picking up where we'd left off on the drive to his place. At one point I chuckled at something he said and squeezed his thigh, and he groaned and kissed me hard. He pulled me toward him and I don't know what I was thinking, but I straddled him and put my arms around his neck and just brushed my mouth against his a couple of times. It was nice being on my knees that way because our mouths were almost level. But it also pressed us together in a way that made it pretty obvious that we were aroused. We kissed some more and he told me I have an amazing mouth and I blushed and laughed a little at my own discomfort. He was very well-behaved, he mostly kept his hands to himself, and when I told him we'd better stop he nodded and let me go. No grumbling, no pressure.
I tried apologizing and he said it wasn't necessary. He said that after our conversation last month he had no expectations of sex any time soon and that he actually liked it that way. I snorted (oh Grandmother would have been appalled) and looked very skeptical and he laughed. He said guys are always thinking about sex, and if they know they are going to bag a girl, everything leading up to getting her into bed is unimportant, that the social interaction is just lip-service and they only give it half of their attention, if that much, because the rest of their attention is focussed on body-language and guiding things to the moment of certainty. And the sooner the better. But since he knows I want to take things slowly, he is actually getting to know me and enjoy me for who I am--which, the last decade or so, usually happened for him after sex, and often he found himself not liking the girl he'd gotten into his bed, and worse yet, found it hard sometimes to get her out of it.
It was an enlightening conversation and I felt more relaxed afterwards. When The Incredibles ended, Chris carried Mark over to his sister's place and then drove me home. He asked if we could do something again next weekend and I told him I might be going to the coast, but if I don't then I'd like to.
I do enjoy his company.
Chris is not bad on a grill. We had ribeyes for the adults and hamburgers for the boys, neither of whom likes steak. Sara made a really tasty pear and blue cheese and walnut salad. I borrowed some of the blue cheese (danish) and made a blue cheese butter for Chris to drop on the meat its last minute on the grill. It worked out very nicely. Chris doesn't like alcohol so I didn't bring any wine, but his sister brought over a pitcher of lemon drops. We sat out on the deck and nursed it all through the evening. Around 8:30 my phone rang. I had it on just in case something came up with Tess and she needed to talk, but it was Michael. I had told him I was going out tonight, but he apparently was not paying attention.
When I went back outside, Sara took Luke, the younger boy, home. She told Mark to come along, so Chris and I could have some time to ourselves, but he wanted to stay and play Xbox (or whatever it is called) with Chris. I told her it was ok. And in fact I was a bit relieved to have him there, as I had a serious buzz-on and alcohol can make me amorous. I have not played a video game since I played with Sean a year and a half ago, so when it was my turn, I was worried I would embarrass myself, but infact I played well enough for a newbie that I impressed Mark. He told me I could come over and play with him any time.
At 10 Chris declared that it was time to watch a movie. Mark wanted to see the Incredibles, and since I'd only seen it the once at Thorsten's, with multiple toddler interruptions, I agreed. So we sat on the couch together, and Chris took my hand and played with my fingers. I noticed that he's taking better care of his hands, and it made me happy that he cared enough to do that for me, and for himself.
Mark soon fell asleep. He crashed hard, his head lolling against the arm of the couch, breathing the way children tend to breathe, through their mouths. Chris stood up and tugged on my hand, his fingers to his lips. I stood up and followed where he lead, which, thankfully, was the living room. And we talked a while, picking up where we'd left off on the drive to his place. At one point I chuckled at something he said and squeezed his thigh, and he groaned and kissed me hard. He pulled me toward him and I don't know what I was thinking, but I straddled him and put my arms around his neck and just brushed my mouth against his a couple of times. It was nice being on my knees that way because our mouths were almost level. But it also pressed us together in a way that made it pretty obvious that we were aroused. We kissed some more and he told me I have an amazing mouth and I blushed and laughed a little at my own discomfort. He was very well-behaved, he mostly kept his hands to himself, and when I told him we'd better stop he nodded and let me go. No grumbling, no pressure.
I tried apologizing and he said it wasn't necessary. He said that after our conversation last month he had no expectations of sex any time soon and that he actually liked it that way. I snorted (oh Grandmother would have been appalled) and looked very skeptical and he laughed. He said guys are always thinking about sex, and if they know they are going to bag a girl, everything leading up to getting her into bed is unimportant, that the social interaction is just lip-service and they only give it half of their attention, if that much, because the rest of their attention is focussed on body-language and guiding things to the moment of certainty. And the sooner the better. But since he knows I want to take things slowly, he is actually getting to know me and enjoy me for who I am--which, the last decade or so, usually happened for him after sex, and often he found himself not liking the girl he'd gotten into his bed, and worse yet, found it hard sometimes to get her out of it.
It was an enlightening conversation and I felt more relaxed afterwards. When The Incredibles ended, Chris carried Mark over to his sister's place and then drove me home. He asked if we could do something again next weekend and I told him I might be going to the coast, but if I don't then I'd like to.
I do enjoy his company.
posted by KR | 7/24/2005 08:19:00 AM
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I miss being in a relationship. I shall have to remedy that after the bar exam. Speaking of, what am I doing online?!!!!
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