Tuesday, August 7, 2012

...And I touched his hand

So, it has been a long time.  Alot has happened, and more to come I am sure...but I will pick up where I left off.

January 2001 held another birthday.  Bob's eldest son.  This was also yet another attempt to really spend time with him.  Don't get me wrong, I am still not going in for the relationship, just some happy time!  So there I was again at one of the Beers' huge "tribe" parties...This time I came without the support of my good friend Dawn and at near the end of the party.  Everything was settling down and Kendra and the immediate kids in the family wanted to watch a movie.  It is sad that I don't remember the movie..the movie I was watching when I fell in love with my husband.  Yes, I said it.  Fell in love with my husband.  We sat together on the couch for almost an hour before our hands found each other.  We turned and locked glances, and turned again to finish the movie.  Yes, I am in love with this man.  How can that be?  Bob offered to run out and get Gyros for everyone.  Okay, so I never had a Gyro, but mmm, mmm.  It sounded good.  Kendra never HEARD of a Gyro, but she was so elated at the fact I was actually having a good time, she was game as well.  I ate what I could of mine and Kendra gently passed me hers as I know she totally hated it, but never really said.  It was soon time for us to go home.  It was a bad part of town so Bob walked us to our car.  I started it and stood outside and talked while Kendra sat listening to her music inside.  He asked me on a date...a real date....I agreed and we made a plan for the following weekend.  He told me I should call him so we could talk....and I did....and we did and it was wonderful.  But yet I left there that night with a question.  Why was the familiar stench of alcohol surrounding this man.  He did not seem drunk nor did I see him drinking....it stuck in my mind for a minute and then simply disappeared.  The weekend came and I arrived for my date.  Kendra was with me and intended to stay with the kids at Kimmy's house...It seems that I have already gotten over that weird, twisted relationship and it was almost common place to me now.  How strange?...anyway, Bob greeted me with a hug and a coy motion of wisping a flyaway hair off of my check.  It was the most erotic thing I have felt in over a decade.