In order for this to makes any sort of sense (and I'm aware it doesn't make *much* sense) we have to go back to January.
I met Nelson in January and we dated for 3 very hot, very passionate weeks. Then he came over to my place and broke up with me because he was afraid of having feelings for me. I must point out that he had quite a physical reaction to what was happening. His face was all red, he was sweating and his bowels were working overtime!
I was upset but I let him go. He wasn't even divorced yet...it was likely better that way.
We met again in late Feb. To be clear...he was walking up the street on the opposite side of me on my way down the street and before I thought clearly,...I was calling his name and running across the street to say hello. (hey...I'm not proud here...I'm just sharing).
Anyway....we ended up dating again. From 01 March to 30 June. It was 4 very fun months for me. LOADS of FANFUCKINGTASTIC sex. But...no emotional connection from him to me. Sad really. I was devistated when he once again ended things with me. I took it very hard and I tried to put as many penises between Nelson and I as quickly as possible. For the record- I only managed one in 4 months....and it was the horrific sex I mentioned in my earlier "Let's Talk About Sex Baby" post...so hardly worth the effort really.
Soooo....I moved from the Craque House to my Spanish Abode (which I love) and it happens to be a scant 4 blocks away from Nelson. This wasn't planned...but just sort of happened. Since we've been living in the same neighbourhood I have since him on the street only a handful of times. It was a bit awkward but I have come to forgive him for the hurt and I honestly do wish him well. He is embarassed at the way he handled things with me (and he probably should be...he broke up with me over the phone after being together for 4 months...not good ettiquette).
One of the last times I saw Nelson I was actually on a blind date that was going no where. When Nelson saw me, he quickly ducked into the 7/11 hoping that I hadn't noticed him. Ah well...I did. I couldn't stand the fact that he felt the need to bolt from me so drastically. So I went into the store and said a quick "psst"
He immediately turned around. Hmmm...caught. He must have known it was me. I doubt I would turn if someont "psst" in my general direction. Anyhooo...he put what I like to call his "fake voice" on and said "Oh Hi! It's nice to see you."
I was feeling particularly fiesty so I said "Oh? Is it nice to see me?"
He laughed, winked and answered a truthful "Yes it is."
I told him I was on my way somewhere (which was true) and then left him. It was only when I had ocasion to go into the 7/11 2 weeks later that I realized he was standing in front of all sorts of women's magazines....Marie Claire, Chatelaine etc...not a Men's Health or Porn Mag to be found teehee.
So I finally feel like I am over Nelson. That I can move on and date other guys etc (entre Jon) and then....then I get a little drunk with Simone (my friend and colleague) this past week, and I walk home....and I see Nelson walk into the Ghetto Safeway.
I had spent most of the night talking to Simone about the various dates I went on with Jon and how despite 4 dates I have zero clue as to what is going between Jon and I (less so now...more soon). So I was feeling a bit weak in the ol' esteem department and probably just weak in general. On my walk home my mind was cluttered with useless thoughts...and then I look up and see Nelson walk into the Ghetto Safeway.
I quicken my pace and after about a minute I too went into the Ghetto Safeway. I walk around the aisles....I look for things to buy but I don't pick up a basket. I see the the back of Nelson...I walk towards him.... Surprise Surprise...it's not him. Just some random 40 yr old with a massive receeding hairline and well tayloured pants. I live in the West End...this should not have surprised me.
I bought my items and returned home and admited to myself that perhaps...just maybe...I am not over Nelson as much as I'd like to think I am. Why would I even try to maintain ANY sort of relationship with him...clearly he didn't want anything more to do with me. It's best to just let it all go.
So now Jon.
He is over 2 hours late for our dinner date. He did call....and for some unknown reason wants to come over and still keep our date. I was famished...I made the dinner and ate it by myself from my new dishes. Last time he was here he was upset at the lack of parking near my place. I can already forsee a phone call telling me that he's given up and gone home.
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Ok. So he came over with 2 bottles of wine as an apology. We had hugs and kisses and a good time. He was impressed with my culinary skills and I was impressed with his grovelling. We drank both bottles of wine (yikes) and laughed a lot. Loads of kisses and honest talk. It was nice.
We are off to see Neko Case at The Commodore this Thurs and then I have booked us a room at the Comfort Suites....I'm toying with the idea of sleeping with him...but I'll see how the night goes. We have time...no need to rush that...just that he's super cute and a fabulous kisser!
More another time!
Kwerkie
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