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Common, Casinos and the Night Shift

You folks are getting a double post today. The previous post, I actually wrote yesterday. I didn’t think it was the greatest piece of literary work, but I decided to go with it because it lays the groundwork for today’s post.

I’ve decided to name the new guy un-Common. Lol. He looks like Common, but he’s not. It works. It’s kind of catchy too, but not a diss to him, I think he is uncommon and different and I like that very much.

But here is my conundrum. He’s older than me and I don’t care. I just don’t. I’ve decided I just want to have fun so I’m not going to ask the questions that normally crush my soul. I know he isn’t married. Check. Not sure if he has kids. And he might. He hasn’t confirmed or denied, and when I offered up that I had no kids, he didn’t quickly reply, “I don’t either.”

So he has kids. Probably. LOL.

And since I had already decided upon meeting him, that he could get it, if he gets it, I don’t care either. Maybe I need a faux non-relationship, relationship right now. But not the kind of faux non-relationship, relationship I have with Kyle Barker where I’m just really not getting anything in return except rug burn and remorse.

Maybe after having such an emotional time with my ex and having the realization that he can’t and won’t be there for me despite his own problems and issues and does avoid facing things about me and concerning me head on, yup. Can’t have a man like that long-term. I want him to get his life together, but I don’t see it happening any time soon. And I don’t have time for that. Right now, I do need a little fun. Non-pressure fun, with a non-pressure fun person, and un-Common seems to be exactly that.

On to un-Common. I dig him. I feel that already. The kind of energy I’ve described over and over on the blog. He interests me. I’m interested in his thoughts I like the idea of flirting with him. The one problem I may run into with him is he works the night shift. His weekend is Sunday and Monday.

So even if I want to talk to him, he either needs to hit me up during the day, or we talk a little bit after he gets off of work at midnight…

So as a woman who talks about and knows about prime booty call hours, does one adjust her rules about getting together in the wee hours?

I’m grown, so I guess the answer is yes.

I was settling into bed and sent a good night text.  30 minutes later he says he’s back at the Friday’s and would like to see me. Now being a natural girl, my hair wasn’t right and I was literally in the bed about to drift off to sleepy land. And I could hear my father’s voice echoing in my head, “Don’t you leave your house in the middle of the night to go meet no man at a bar.”

My father won.

And I also didn’t want to seem like the chick who is going to jump every time he wanted me.

Oh, but Mr. 30-day guarantee (his other name) wasn’t going to let me go that easily. After more flirting via text, he asked me if I wanted company.

I did.

However, I heard my dad’s voice again. “Don’t you let no man you just met up in your house after midnight.”

I mean seriously, it’s prime hours for creepery and missing panties.

And once again, I can’t go out like that even though I wouldn’t have minded being held for a little while and running my fingers through his beard.

And since I already felt how I felt, it would have been like shooting fish in a barrel for him.

But seriously 29tolifers, what am I supposed to do? Wait until the weekend to see this guy even though I’d like to see him?

Or eventually let him in for a night-cap?

He already told me there were no hidden agendas (he’s supposed to) and that he really just enjoyed my company and wanted to see me.

We talked about him smelling my armpit and whether or not he knew the scientific references to women and their pheromones and fertility, and he confirmed he did.

I’ve also decided he’s a freak. I can feel it in my bones. This is one of the few times I’ve been attracted to someone and not trying to think about the future.

But if that’s the case, why am I even caring about late night freakery? I want that. But I don’t want the empty, bitter, Kyle Barker aftertaste. I do want a little friendship, some tenderness, some intimacy.

It’s actually quite fun to get to know someone, be attracted and wonder what it’s like to kiss them, wonder what it’s like for them to touch you just right and if they’ll even know how. Could this person knock it out the park the first time or will they completely drop the ball?

This is about to get interesting. Hold on…

Monica “The First Night”

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