Three Nice Guys in Two Days...life ain't so bad

Three Nice Guys in Two Days.....The Skydiver, The CQD Boy, and the Kilt-Wearing EMT....One guy I might see again soon, one I will not be able to see for months, and one I will never see again unless by chance.

Friday night I was so upset about something that I was too sick to my stomach to eat.  So I reached out to the "Skydiver", whom I haven't seen in weeks, but have kept in touch with.  He called me and we talked for a good hour and a half.  I told him I really just need a friend...and he laughs and says "Sure! I can be your friend.  I can also come with benefits if you want......".  Hahah.  Ugh.  I told him that would probably be a bad idea, and he responded that he thinks he'll be able to change my mind.....ok.....we'll see what happens with that....

Last night I finally had the chance to go out with my favorite Cute Quiet Dancing boy ("boy" does = grown man).  We had an excellent Indian dinner and cocktail, and he continued to be the wonderfully shy person that he is.  I absolutely loved the chance of getting to know him better over dinner.  Every new thing I learn about him makes him even more endearing.  We continued on to meet up with another friend to go out dancing at our favorite club.  And he had no idea throughout the evening, that at any time he would have been welcome to scoop me up in his arms, hold me tight and kiss me like my life depended on it.  Perhaps he'll see this, then he will know.  Because I am too shy to tell him!

At one point at the club, I was standing by myself, possibly looking a little sad.  An attractive man wearing a kilt and speaking with a rather complicated accent approached and said "Hello!  How are you?"  When I shrugged my shoulders, he said, "How about I buy you a beer and you tell me all about it".  And we did!  We sat and talked clinked our beers.  I told him some of my woes, he told me some of his, and through our conversation he had me laughing and very much enjoying his company.  His accent was a combination of Boston Irish, southern twang, Australian, and was spoken in the manner of a well educated Brit.  His "day job"?  "Grouchy EMT".  A performance started, and we walked towards the stage, he put his arm around me and stood VERY close behind me.  Which was actually ok...but just a little uncomfortable, since I had just met him, and...uh....ever have a man in a kilt press up close to you?  After our beer, he said, "Go have fun dancing with your friends, and best of luck!".  He gave me a really great hug and a smile, and he left.

I guess life ain't so bad.