“I will be waiting here….
For your silence to break,
For your soul to shake,
For your love to wake!”
I went on a second date with the 34 year old accountant. It was not really a second date, it was more like a friendly meeting. I had already mentioned to him that this would be just friendship. We did kiss on the first date and there were some sparks but I thought the age difference would be too much for this to develop into something meaningful.
I met him in the lobby of the building he works at. From there we walked to 42nd street to take the subway to 74th street to go to the bakery. It was rush hour and the trains were packed. I am so glad that I don’t have to take the subway every day. I take the Metro North train which, even though crowded, is much more civilized than the subway at rush hour.
“Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.” – Rumi
We got out of the subway and walked a few blocks to Levain bakery. I got cookies for me and my co-worker. It was a tiny space and there was a line. The smell in there was heavenly. The workers were all happy and smiley. I didn’t eat any right then and there because we were going to have dinner first. I was craving a burger for the longest time and wanted a Shake Shack Smoke Shack first. Luckily there was one a few blocks away.
The burger was delicious, specially since I hadn’t had one in awhile. M is a really nice guy. The conversation just flowed. He tried convincing me to date him but he was not pushy and accepted friendship.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” – Rumi
After the burger he asked if I wanted to see his apartment. Normally that would probably be an invitation to make out but in this case I knew I would be safe from making out and from being attacked. I knew enough of his personal information and had spoken to him enough to know that it would be fine. He just moved in and wanted to show off his apartment.
I don’t recommend anyone going to anyone’s house on a second date or 3rd or 4th if they don’t know the person well. Everyone please be safe out there!
“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” – Rumi
He lives on the Upper East side. It is a small apartment but it is in an awesome location, great building, has great closet space, including a walk-in, and a balcony with a good view. I told him that he needs to clean and organize better. That was not nice of me, but I figure it is a good tip if want to bring girls home. He has just moved in so I am sure eventually it will be better.
After he showed me the apartment, we sat on the couch and talked for little while. Then he walked me outside where I got into a cab. There was a hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye. I have so much respect for him not trying to kiss me while in his apartment. I think I did expect him to try and me to say no, so I was so happy that he did listen to me and didn’t try changing my mind. Since then we have been texting and will probably hang out together when he returns from vacation in Florida.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” – Rumi
Somewhere between getting cookies and getting into a cab to go home I realized I am being a hypocrite. I told him (and you guys) that the reason I was not going to date him it was the age difference. The truth is that if there was enough chemistry I probably would embark on a relationship with him even with the age difference. Even knowing that I would probably get hurt in the end. There goes the virtuous person I thought I was.
Perhaps is the hormones speaking or perhaps is having AL in my mind. A girl has needs and it has been way too long… and getting longer.
Since AL popped up in my mind accidentally I can’t help thinking about the amazing times we had together, in and out of bed. I want those feelings and excitement back.
“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.” – Rumi
The other day I contemplated reaching out to him.
I didn’t! I am not even sure what I wanted to accomplish. That would have been a colossal mistake. He is married, and I am sure our chemistry didn’t miraculously disappear. I do miss the friendship that we had after breaking up. Even though it was laced with flirting. If we tried reconnecting it would probably revert back to flirting in no time. Flirting can always lead to something more.
On this one point I am not confused or hypocritical about: a married man is someone I am not interested in getting involved romantically with.
I don’t like how things ended between AL and I but I realize that we would probably never be able to have just a friendship. There was too much chemistry. I also cannot say that he really hurt me as I really never gave him my heart to hurt. I guess I was mostly disappointed.
“The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.”- Rumi
Someone on a dating site the other day asked me what I am looking for. I normally say that I am looking for companionship. I want to find someone to have a committed relationship with. Now I don’t know what I want anymore.
I am getting to the point that I don’t believe in everlasting anything. I WANT PASSION! Young or old, I want passion. I want positive energy, a zest for life, I want adventure and not cold tired complacency. This has nothing to do with age, but a willingness to live!
Perhaps is my way of really not committing to anyone. I keep always having hurdles for people to jump over. When I meet someone either just online or in person I look for the problems first. I always think how this person will not fit in my life and it is not good for me. In a way I am not giving anyone a real chance. Of course, the rare time I am willing to give them a chance I don’t hear back from them. Chances are that if I heard back from them I would find a reason to dismiss them.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.” – Rumi
Today is a day that I feel like taking risks. I would risk pain to just feel alive. I guess today is a lustful day! It is a Rumi kind of day. A day that makes you want to dance with the possibilities. A day that welcomes pain as part of the path to pleasure.
Something needs to be said about passion, about giving yourself to someone no matter the circumstances. I look for the fairy-tale, for my soul mate but I will take the torrid love affair in the mean time. They make you feel like dancing. They make you feel alive. They twist your bed sheets and your brain. They make you think unmentionables. They make you leap and fly.
If you are confused by this post, sorry so am I!
“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames” – Rumi