Well it turned out to be a very strange evening.....mainly positive I think....but who can tell with a depressed man.
I arrived at the meeting place half hour early. The pub car park was packed and the pub itself looked a bit rough, so I decided to park down the road and walk up to the pub.
I haven't seen my man for a week, and had been missing him dreadfully so my plan was to knock his socks off, so as you can imagine, I was dressed up. I had a mini skirt on, nice top and high heels and I felt beautiful and sexy and was feeling positive about the nights outcome.
As I was walking up the road I had several lewd comments from men and started to feel a bit uncomfortable. I noticed a parking spot right in front of the pub and thought I'd return to my car then drive up to the parking spot and sit there in the car waiting for him to arrive. I was sure I would be in a good spot to observe him entering the bar.
I returned to my car and drove further up the side road I was parked on with the intention of turning round when out of the corner of my eye I spotted his car in a local motel car park! I couldn't believe my luck, perhaps I wouldn't have to near that dreadful pub. I went to the room the car was parked in front of, recognised one of his shirts hung up by the window and banged on the door.....no answer! Oh well perhaps he was at the pub already. I returned to my car, and answered a text message from my daughter asking me if I was ok, when in my side vision I noticed a dark shape standing right next to my car. I freaked out a bit imagining it was one of the clientele from the bar, but when I looked up it was Mitch, and he had a shocked expression on his face.....I thought I recognised that car and that woman he said....what are you doing here. I got out the car, relieved gave him a big kiss and a hug which he appeared a bit reluctant to return but I did notice his hand went straight to rest on my ***.
I told him I was early, I was here to meet him in the middle pub at 7 as arranged....he looked confused. I explained that when he had emailed to suggest we meet at 1pm for a chat, and that he would check his emails later in the day to confirm, that I had emailed straight back to say that my car was having some work done and wouldn't be finished until 4ish and that I could meet him at 7. As I hadn't heard anything back from him, I came on the off chance that he had got my email and hadn't been able to reply. He announced that he couldn't check his emails later that day because his Internet dropped out and that he waited more than 2 hours for me at 1pm. Reading in between the lines, I guess he had been very worried. I was elated that despite everything we had managed to find each other, and raved on about fate, and it was meant to be etc.
We went to the pub and had dinner, and I deliberately kept the conversation light. I was just so happy to see him, I didn't want to get into anything too heavy. He wasn't his most chatty self, and certainly wasn't back to normal but was much improved from the morose, monosyllabic responses I'd got from him the week before! We then went back to his motel room. His room consisted of a single bed and a double bed. We are both big people, I'm 5 foot 9 and of athletic build and he is 6 foot 2, and during our travellers, generally if we had anything smaller than a king size bed, we would cuddle and then spend the night in separate beds. I took my shoes off and laid on the double bed and turned the tv on, he laid on the bed next to me. I started to rub his shoulders and he stiffened up saying he wasn't going to have sex with me, I asked why and he said he just wasn't in the mood. I said ok, I was cool with that......but never underestimate the feminine wiles of a woman in love!
I just cuddled him and continued my gentle massage. I then announced it was hot in the room and stripped down to my very sexy lingerie and took every opportunity to lean over him.....poor bugger didn't stand a chance. I made the whole evening all about him, doing his favourite things, but I kept the conversation light, didn't ask him how he was feeling, didn't mention his depression, didn't ask if he had made any plans yet....I just left it easy. I thought he would move over to the other bed later, but he didn't, we both slept in the small bed all night.
The next morning I left fairly early, I again didn't ask what his plans were but just kissed him, told him I loved him and said I'd see him soon...
How did I go guys?