I often recall special times with special people ... it's not that I'm hung up on anyone; I like the idea of cherishing special memories.

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December 31, 2015

Paula was 39, a beautiful school teacher ... 5 ft 9, curvaceous, brown hair, and beautiful luminous green eyes. But, it was her strong personality, her intelligence, and her fluency in Spanish, that I really fell in love with. I met her through a paid dating site. After a first few magical dates (in my opinion), she called it off with me. But, I persisted, and managed to reconnect with her a couple of months after the initial split. My persistence was rewarded.

It was approaching new year's eve, 2015, and she suggested that the two of us spend it alone at either her place or mine ... I insisted on hosting and she was glad. I was ecstatic ! It was time to start making the apartment spotless and my body (and my hair) absolutely perfect. I doubled my time at the gym, beginning each day with a 1 hour cardio session, in addition to my 1 hour of lifting each evening. I redid my highlights, and had to go back for a second session to get them fixed, coz the stylist overdid it.

After three days of carefully planned cleaning and preparation (I prepared a Word document with bullet points like "kitchen counter, tub, under the bed, hide BPD books etc"), my apartment was cleaner than ever. Not a spiderweb or grain of dust in sight, all the candle holders were stocked with tealights, and even the carpet felt clean to walk on. The overgrown patio grass had been trimmed and the firepit cleaned. And, a long and carefully handpicked collection of songs were put into a playlist.

At a bar one previous time, she had been unable to order a wine she really wanted coz they had run out of that wine. I had made careful note of that wine, and made sure to get just that wine for our evening together

Come 6 pm, and Paula showed up, surgically on time, as she always was. She showed up with a handwritten letter and a gift (a book). We opened the bottle of wine ... she was pleasantly surprised upon looking at the label on the bottle. We talked about her XMas family visit, and then, I showed her some music that I had made, which intrigued her. She was impressed

Then, came the best part of the evening ... we went to the outdoor patio, where I, being the man, demonstrated my caveman skills by lighting a nice warm fire in my fire pit. We drank wine, sitting around the fire, listening to my cherry picked playlist of music, and engaging in amazing conversation. I roasted corn over the fire, and suggested she sprinkle some lime over the corn (something I grew up with) ... she loved it ! Then, we roasted some veggies and chicken patties. Again, she was impressed

At some point through the evening, I gently brought her face closer to mine and enjoyed one of the best kisses ever. And, we talked about the time after the split before we reconnected. She thanked me for being persistent. I read her letter, which basically told me that she wanted to reenter my life and listed the most important folks in her life. I was ecstatic at being let into her life. At some later point, I burst into tears and told her, "You have no idea how much this means to me. I've spent all my life alone and don't wanna be alone anymore." In response, she kissed me and wiped the tears off my face.

We eventually walked back into the living room and I made her close her eyes, to surprise her with "night mode" - an ambience of Moroccan lanterns, candles, and incense. She told me that she liked the fact that I take care of myself and that I know about music and food. We enjoyed hours of intimate and candid conversation. And, that led to some wonderful and rapturous physical intimacy, the details of which don't belong here, except for one highlight that is worthy of mention. One time, I got up from the couch to change a song. As I was leaned over the computer, she reached her arms around me as if to say, "Come back to the couch, honey." It was such an amazing and warm feeling. My pleasure sensors went off the charts, to put it mildly.

We kissed at midnight, and about an hour later, she drove back home.

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Yeah, that was the best evening of my life.