Very happy. Possibly in love actually.
After breaking up with the fiancee. I’ve been a little down in the dumps. Going through the motions and even considering moving back home to Ireland.
I’ve gone on a fair number of dates. I’ve never really had a problem getting dates but I am utterly unable to have a relationship since the serious one ended.
So, I went to my local bar here in the Lincoln Park area of Chicago around noon. Watched the Bears game and had a few pints. Not that I can much about football but it was something to do.
So, I looked like shite as I was hungover and unshowered. Baseball cap on my large head I started to nurse a few creamy pints and stare at the match. I noticed a new waitress was working at the pub. Long story short, she started to come by and we started to chat.
One thing led to the other and when her shift ended I asked her to join me for a beer.
She did. We stayed and talked and drank until 1:00am. I was obliterated and this point. Had a great conversation. We was funny, clever, charming, beautiful and always looked me right in the eyes. She works at the Board of Trade and works at the bar on weekends during the day for extra money. We talked about everything and anything. It didn’t matter. I was fascinated.
At 1 I offered to walk her home. She said she would rather go home with me.
We made love (I think I can actually say that, it wasn’t sex). I took today off of work and so did she. We spent the entire day together today. All we did was hang out and talk (mostly in bed). She left about 30 minutes ago and all I can do is giggle and smile to myself.
I feel great! I don’t know what this is but it feels good and it feels right. No guilt, no shame, no sense that you are just talking with her to bang her (sorry to be crude).
I feel alive and I just wanted to share it…with someone or everyone! Nothing cynical, no agenda. Just feeling great!
Seeing her again on Wednesday night. Already asked her to spend the night. Hopefully I can keep it together until then.