He Said…

Kneak in the Wees

I was a man in my early 50’s.  I had a 12-year-old son I was raising.  His mother, my wife of 20 years, passed away when he was 9 and it had been he and I for a little bit.  I guess I had enough time since my wife died that I was getting past the I am never getting married again perspective.  I started going to the gym and getting myself at least halfway presentable to the opposite sex.  After a bit of that I guess I needed to figure a way of meeting females in my age bracket, I went to dating sites.  I went out with two or three ladies and enjoyed myself. 

I was up at night browsing through the dating site and I kept seeing this attractive young woman with green eyes. I would look at her and tell myself she was too far away.  Eventually, I waved at her, and she bit.  After enjoying some chat with her, I concluded she was a spicy girl.  Not someone to play FAFO with. 

Eventually we agreed to meet in Mt.Vernon, TX.  

I was on my way to meet her and had our rendezvous location in my phone’s navigation.  The navigation kept sending me in the opposite direction.  Being the horn dog that I am, I wasn’t about to let that stop me.  We met up at the Mexican restaurant we agreed upon.  

She was an attractive lady. I held true to myself; all the way there, I was telling myself that upon seeing her, I was going to take her in my arms and kiss her. I was feeling James Bond-y that day.  After the kiss, we went into the restaurant and ordered dinner.  I was getting amused by how torn up she was about the kiss.  Her nostrils kept fanning and flaring, and she got up and ran off to the bathroom.  I wasn’t sure if she was coming back.

After we finished dinner, we went on to have a wonderful evening that is burned into this guy’s brain, in a very special place.  After dating a couple times, we didn’t see each other for over a year.  Her parents needed more time.

I went on to date other women and even moved in with one.  Through it all though, it didn’t matter who was in my life; I never lost touch with my Mt. Vernon Girl.  Through the time we were apart, we learned more about one another and became good friends.  So, one day I came a-courtin’.

On this day, navigation was my friend.  I made it deep into the mountains’ bowels, to a small grocery store.  I went in and ordered some fast food.  I looked up to see my beautiful Mt. Vernon Girl.  She met me with a kiss--a long one. 

The next day I found my way back to her home.  I went to her parents’ home and made my intentions clear.  The whole time I was conversing with her parents I was petting their wiener dog.  Didn’t know at the time that the dog’s attitude toward me was the deciding factor for her father to accept me for his son-‘n-law.  I began going up there every other weekend to see my girl.

We went on like this for a while, and eventually she moved down to my three acres.  Soon we got married and got a new home.  She is a strong-willed being.  She is the only woman that I have been in a relationship with whom my son couldn’t run off--not for lack of effort, sorry baby.  Thanks for hanging in there.

Now, after 10 years of being married to my true love, I have learned how to love my wife more every day, I have truly learned over time just how utterly amazing her mind really is.  One of the best things about our relationship is that we share the same outlook and dreams, something rare and precious.

I always wanted a spouse, that she and I had like aspirations.  I love this.

Anyway Jax, Thanks for marrying me, I love you, I am actively in love with you, and will be as long as you allow it.

How I met the man I put down on paper… 

I had been through 25 cumulative years and multiple men (I’m not proud) and had survived a living hell. I had not come out unscathed by any account. I ended up with a TBI that ended my career, and I was doing my best to learn to adapt to my new “normal.” My folks had in all actuality plucked me out of a pit and saved my life, so they weren’t all that keen on having me reenter the dating world. They distrusted men even more than I did--if that was even possible, LOL. So, I talked to my Heavenly Daddy and made a couple of lists—one was of the traits and characteristics I just couldn’t tolerate in a mate, ever again; the other was ALL the things I wanted and desired in a man, his height (over 6’4”), brown eyes like my Dad, bald, big guy, gym guy…I wanted to feel like a small girl 😊…SO many things! Gene surpasses that list on SO many levels! He meets ALL my needs: emotionally, physically, spiritually, mentally…everything. He’s my Person.

We met online…It was funny because I kept scrolling past him--he looked SO yummy, SO good, SO dangerous, SO irresistible! I was SOOO right! HEHEHE! He hit me up first, I answered him, and then he said something tacky, and I remember, I wrote him and read him to filth for assuming I was “like all women,” if I was to give him the doubt regarding him not being “just like all men” I had thus far come into contact with. I was not kind AT ALL, and this man of mine, he found it humorous and attractive! He wanted more! Crazy! We talked all the time, played games of 20 Questions where we dug deep into each other to REALLY know each other over days, weeks, and a few months. He was patient and sweet and never pushy, he understood my fears. Until I was finally ready to sneak off to meet him in Mt. Vernon, Texas. I stayed at my cousin’s house for cover--like I was 16 years old sneaking out and drove to the Mexican place in Mt. Vernon. When I got there, he walked up to me a took me by the back of my neck and kissed the flipping daylights outta me! HOLY CRAP! I went kneak in the wees and if that man had not been hanging onto me, I would have slithered smooth to the dirt! That kiss came straight out of a NOVEL! I could not think straight for a good long time, my nostrils had a Tourette’s problem—they were twitching like mad all while we were trying to eat, he was watch them. It was distracting! I finally took myself to the ladies’ room and had a LONG, HARD talk in the mirror with myself to get my $#!& together! Whew! I felt better and the evening was more successful after that.

We had to take a break from seeing each other for about a year--my Momma just could not handle the thought after what I had been through previously in life. It frightened her, and Gene, being the amazing man that he is, he understood that time was needed, he granted it graciously. We stayed so close to each other, learning more about each other during that year. Finally, in the Fall of 2014, he came officially courting! My Dad said, “If Daisy, the weeny dog, doesn’t like him or pees on him, it’s a nope!” There was so much riding on Daisy and her overactive bladder! He came and met my folks and Daisy, visited with my dad and petted Daisy the whole time and that dog never dribbled and drop! WOOHOO! We were in like Flynn! Truly, my mom adored Gene from the day she met him ‘til the day she left us. My Dad loves him just as much.

Gene, you have taken me from a place where I could not fill out forms on my own to this space; from a place where only chaos reigned in my head 24/7, to where I have entire DAYS of peacefulness…I had NEVER experienced that before I met you! Thank you. I can never repay you for all that you give me daily, for all that you have given me these past ten years. I can only strive to keep on keeping on, I owe you that much, My Love, My Partner in Life, My Best Friend, My Trip Advisor Dot Com.

I love You More,

Your Wife…