Dating After 40: Do Any of Us Really Know What We Are Doing?

I had a perfectly lovely date last night with a guy from PoF. He was cute (though I thought cuter in his picture), funny, and charming BUT he was a nice guy and that's so not my type. We met at an Italian restaurant, which has really great food but does NOT serve alcohol. I didn' t even know that such an establishment even existed. How in the hell can you have an Italian restaurant and not serve wine?? Minus 3 points. We left the restaurant after a few hours and some not so subtle nudging by the waitress and went to a sports bar. I'm not a sports bar kinda girl, but I'm willing to try new things and branch out of my norms. It wasn't crowded, so that was nice because we could talk at a normal level and still hear each other. After 3 beers, I decided I needed to head back to the my part of the island and I offered to drive him home since he lacks a car. I dropped him off and he politely reached over and kissed me quickly. It just all lacked any type of spark. I didn...

Saturday night I experienced one of the craziest drama filled nights ever. And it had absolutely nothing to do with me or Coach. HA! After a lovely normal date night Friday night with Coach, then spending hours basking by the pool with Gwyn during the day, Saturday night was SoCo’s birthday dinner. Yes it’s still sooooo weird to be around him.   I really think that Coach’s sister, I’ll call her Pooh (it’s her nickname) has no idea he and I used to “hang out” for lack of a better word.   I think Coach knows we used to hang out but he’s steadfastly putting it out of his mind and I don’t mind that a damn bit.   So anyways, we’re at dinner and Pooh had told me about this girl who would be there.   She has concerns about that girl and SoCo’s friendship. Seems his sister is a bit of a jealous girlfriend.   To be fair, SoCo has A LOT of girl friends and I bet he’s slept with most of them, me being a prime example. However I don’t think he’d cheat on Pooh.   A...

I don't think Gavin knew what to do with my push-pull yesterday. He came over last night and cooked himself dinner and what ended up being my lunch today, because I'd already made our dinner. Chloe was up and out playing in the neighborhood and he wanted me to have sex with him, but I told him he would have to wait until she came home and got into bed. I was kinda not feeling it. I'm not sure why, but I just wasn't. Anyway, I guess he got my vibe because he went home without getting any. He called this morning to see if he could come over for sex. I told him he could later because Russell was home this morning, but closing tonight. Then he asked if he could come over and have me help him list some things on CL. I told him he could, but later because it was finally sunny and Jules needed some beach time! Then, he calls me back (yes, again...5 minutes later) and asks what beach I'm going too because he wanted to get into the water. I told him I didn't know yet, ...

Last week, several bloggers did this one and we kind of liked it... 1.  LUST (excessive sexual appetites) :  Besides your current significant other, for whom do you lust or who have you lusted for in the past? Does your significant other know about your lustful desires? Of course my current lovers know of my lustful desires since they are the current recipients of my sexual desires. When Russell and I were still happily married, we had some friends from CA that moved to NC. I totally lusted after the husband. I never, ever acted on it because I adore his wife and would never, ever have done that to her. Sadly he was shot a few years ago in a drug deal gone bad and much to her horror she realized that he had this total secret life of drugs and prostitutes. They were literally childhood sweethearts. - Jules Most recently, I was completely 'in lust' with Popeye mainly because his body was amazing and his penis was nearly perfect. I suppose I am 'in lust' with my train...

The second time was so MUCH better than the first! Gavin went back and forth on whether or not he wanted to go, but he finally decided Saturday morning that he did and came over to announce it. I told him I thought it was too late because you're supposed to make your donation deposit ahead of time, but I emailed the "sheriff" and he approved us paying at the door. Gavin left to go work on his move (It seems the place the gf fucked up is back on, but I give it a few months max.) and then he starts calling me around 3pm every hour. I finally called him back at 5pm because I was at Chloe's dance performance and he told me he was nervous. It was cute. I'm never actually seen him nervous about anything (although he's terribly afraid of heights). I told him I would be home in 15 minutes and I had no sooner walked into the house when he shows up. He really was pretty anxious. We hung out at my house drinking and played around a little before I got ready to go. We l...

I went to bed last night around 12:30am. After Gavin left, I started texting with this c-u-t-e guy I met on PoF and  we texted until around that time. I had promised Chloe she could sleep with me, so I put her into my bed and laid down to pretty much  immediately fall asleep. I woke up with a jolt! At 1:45am, I woke up to Gavin standing over me saying "It's just me, don't be afraid.". It still prompted a startled cry, but not so bloodcurdling that it woke Chloe up like last time. He had my hand in his and was gently pulling me out of bed. I asked what was going on and he told me that he wanted to have sex. I was very disoriented after such a short sleep, but I followed him into the guest bedroom (aka the closet) and he asked me to bend over and get him hard. I did and he had his fingers all around tracing me from front to back, which then became his tongue tracing the same lines. It felt amazing! He had been drinking, so it took a few minutes to get him to the poin...

Gavin spent the afternoon moving stuff into my house while I was at work. He called to make sure it was ok and I said it was until he finds a place. I really don't want him to move back in. I love hanging out with him, but I have absolutely NO desire to live with him again. He's like a bull in a china shop and due to his high level of energy, he wears me out. I need my own space and he needs his. He can come visit my space anytime he wants, but when I'm finished or exhausted he needs his own place to go to so I can recover and get ready for the next time I see him. (I'm a total "I" in the Myers Briggs world. He is an "E".) During this moving process today, he broke the glass hurricane portion of a candle holder that I've had for years and love. I got it in Florida (it's actually the last thing I think I own outside of some jewelry that my bio mother bought me, no sentimental value b/c she's a bitch but merely a side note), shipped it to...