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Now, the situation is getting awkward, time to get the dinner moving and swinging.  Drinks, I shout out.  They bring out the menu and we order our drinks, and then we start talking about high School and how I was locked in the cupboard at Prom.

He had a confession to make, he says he knew.  He says that after they got their crowns, he was told, “She is in the cupboard.”  And he let me stay in there to save facein order to remain popular!

Or so he thought back in the day.

I reply – nodding, did we not all? I used to think that would be it for life.  I had it made. I was fantastic now and I would be forever more with friends, every man after me, and most of all with my fantastic body!

They should teach us this at school.  Life lessons that is the most useful message in the world.  It never gets taught only geometry.

We both laugh

He says
Kimberly and Geometry that was your favourite subject; you were too good at it.  Everyone used to ask you to do their homework, you were that good at it. 

It was not a case, of I loved it, I now realise it is because I never had to work
at it.  Anything that I have to work at, I was not interested in doing.  This attitude has not changed since I got older.  Suppose it is a kind of laziness.  I expected everything to come to me, just like it did at High School. It never did and then there is this disappointment.

Wow,
Kimberly, this is supposed to be a fun night.

OK, I reply,
why are you back in town.

He says, because my Mom is sick and I want to be near her, so it is not fatal, but
at the moment, when I found out she was sick, it made me realise, I hardly see her or any members of my family, and what was the whole point of life.  And there is nothing better than Mom’s home cook food.

I hear you on that score,
I say, nodding in agreement. Your Mom can cook.

I had to do some pretty tough things, to get ahead, some of it, I am ashamed off.  

Which leads to further curiosity?
  Go on, like what?

I slept with one of the top bosses to get ahead.

What, I reply

I thought only women did that!

We both laugh.

The story gets worse, so then she got so demanding, requesting me to go there in the morning to relive her and at
nights sometimes in the middle of the night.  I felt like her sex slave. 

Come on most men would love that, I say.  I am not buying this story, it sounds like every
man’s fantasy.

Arrrh
he says, if you saw my old boss you would not think that.  Imagine, I am a young healthy man in his 30’s. I train, I eat well and I look good, if I say so myself.  She on the other hand was far from it. I do not think actually I know for a fact, she was never married, spent too much time working and climbing the ladder the right way!  She was not a good looking woman, and she did not smell it at the best of times.  The more demanding she became the more I started sending applications elsewhere, until eventually I landed myself a new job.  I did not even work my 3 months’ notice, 3 months of sexual torture, was more than I could stomach.

We both – start laughing.

He is using his arms to describe this woman, and she sounded more like an oversized man.  Strange, she worked her way to the top, got there then seems like she felt she had nothing.  She was respected in the industry, she was bright and a good manager, actually one of the best I ever had, the problem was she failed to ensure that the other parts of her were in good shape.  Such as her teeth.  She should have had braces a long time ago; she waited until she was in her mid-50’s to get them.

I say, say that again – she was nearly twice your age.

We both – start laughing, some more, until I fall over my chair, and I cannot get up.  I am literally, sitting on the floor laughing.  The restaurant is quaint and there really is no space for me to be on the floor, the waiters frown at my behaviour.  For once in my life, I really do not care, because I am actually having a good time and enjoying myself.

Everyone in the restaurant wants to know what we are laughing at, I tell them, he slept his way to the top.

There is
uproar – and one person says, I thought only women do that!

We all start laughing………………..until the night comes to an end.

We were too drunk for anything
else, but the most careless, thoughtful sex, I have ever had in my life.  We both woke up in the morning, in his apartment, with the same thing in mind.  Did something happen last night?  We both shock our heads, it could not have done because neither of us remembers, and when I looked at my clothing, I was wearing exactly the same thing as what I went out in.

He had his shirt sort off round his neck and his trousers full on, so nothing happened. I was not sure if I was disappointed or relieved.

I remember jumping into a taxi, because we were too drunk to get in our cars and drive, then coming to his place.  Actually, if I had not woken up just now, I would have sworn we went to my place, and then he continued taking the taxi to his own place. 

I can see now – that I must have been dreaming, because that theory was totally wrong!

So, is there a hurry to get home he asks.

I reply, No, for once, No

Great, he says,
let’s get ourselves together and go out for the day.

Where to, I ask

He says, who cares, where your sense of adventure is.

And for that time, for the first time, I smile, it has been a very long while, since I behaved like this and it felt nice.

So, what are you kidnapping me to do today
? I ask

He replies, with a certain look in his eyes, Wait and
sees.

I am so excited, I am shaking.  I have not felt this way since, since, since, High School!

He showers, gets ready and we have breakfast, then I judge his attire, to figure out what I should be wearing.  I think it is more a casual-smart.  I am going to do the same thing, but what does that mean, so on the taxi ride home I ask him, should I wear a dress, he replies if you want to.

Then, I ask, should I wear trousers, he says whatever you feel more comfortable in.

He replies, with you have not been in a relationship for a long time.

Now, I am either still drunk or just hard of hearing.  I am thinking relationship, but we have just been on a date, first date, how are we in a relationship now.

He starts to laugh.

You think I am jumping the gun right?

I reply, Course, who would not with such a catch!

He laughs

I am going up to get changed, OK I will wait here.

Funny, I am not sure how much he has spent on our first date, but it has all been fun.  I did not understand why he never wanted the taxi to wait for us; I did promise I was not one of those women that took long to get ready.  He wants us out by 12pm.  Which only leaves me 15 minutes and I still cannot think of what I am going to wear.

I run to my closet and just take out my pants and low cut top.  I do not have time to think about being sexy, I just need to do as much as I can with the time, I have left.  One thing is for sure, I need to make sure that I brush my teeth, well and have a good scrub, from head to toe.

The phone rings I pick it up, it is the kids, they want to know if I scored last night.  I told them that I did not and that was not the plan of the evening
,(and they shouldn’t ask their mother such a thing)
.  Hannah, says course it was not, and I feel her winking to her siblings – was I that obvious I think?

Anyway, I tell her I have to run, he is downstairs waiting. She questions where we are going now, and highlights the fact that a date means that you go out and meet up another time on a second date, not that it overruns for days.

Cheek!

I kiss them over the phone and run into the shower.  I start to have thoughts, dirty thoughts. 
Him and I in the shower with our Prom King and Queen crown on our heads.  I do not realise, I spend so long having this on my mind, that the next thing, I know there is a loud knock on the door.

They are here to pick us up. 

I reply, sure – Am coming

Oh, he has to get it tonight; otherwise, it is just plain silly!

Kimberly
, you are really losing your touch.  I just thought, home alone, we do not even need to get out.  Instead we are going out and he has invited friends, I can hear them talking outside.  A bit disappointed, I do not even dry my hair. I just put on my pants and top, with my heals.  Then run down the stairs, to see a man with a van.

What tis going on? I question.

This time, I get a reply

We are going to
Snoqualmie Falls on a wine tasting tour.

Have you ever been there? He asks

I reply,
never

I am too in shock to say anything right now.

We are going through the countryside to tour and taste at 2 award winning wineries.  Afterward we will go to the stunning Salish Lodge and Snoqualmie Falls.

At Snoqualmie Falls, we can explore the two-acre park by hiking trail to the river, observation deck and the 272 foot waterfall. 

We are going to have lunch “Attic”; an intimate bistro located within historic Salish Lodge that boasts a breath-taking view of the falls.

Am I really being whisked away.Nah, it really is a dream, I am Kimberley the mother of 3, whose husband left her 5 years ago, and still does not know how to get over it.  This person has no real friends, as a result of it.  Has only the love of her family to keep her going slowly but surely.

She does not have a boyfriend, or any potentials.  She only has stalkers or men that she is sure she has seen on Crime Watch.  She cannot remember the last time a man, asked what she wanted to do and did it.

Actually now she thinks about it, this has never really happened.

It is the time, to wake up and start pinching yourself.

Pinch, pinch, pinch.

I cannot believe it, apart from the bruise on my arm, I just discovered I am not dreaming.  I just do not want this dream to end if I am!

I have my normal routine, between the kids, gym, and dating Brett.  Therefore, my life should be full.  I wanted to have the potential of love for so long, and now I have the potential there is only one thing on my mind, lonelysingle.

Lonelysingle and I talk each night, even if it is a quick 5 minutes, I am going out tonight, he is there waiting for me.  I asked him if he worked, he said, he did, but he was using his mobile, to ensure that if I logged on that I never missed him.  And he was right.  This was getting out of hand, we started talking about connecting, and I was thinking that was not a good idea, but now I am thinking if I ever wanted to move on from this obsession, because this is what I have classed it as , then I need to stop logging on to talk to him.

Tonight, he sounded a bit low; I was due to meet my Prom King, thinking I may cancel to speak toLonelySingle.  He says that he spoke to his ex today and she was telling him about his son and the fact that he never knew that they had children together.  He just found out today, it is all a bit of a shock to him.  He has now missed out on 10 years of his life, and he is only finding out now, because she wants money.

She lost her job and it seems like they are expecting him to pay something towards her life.  He does not know whether to go to her place or what to do. He feels so lost.  I feel sorry for him, because as much as I am a woman, I have to take her side.  What is wrong with him that she did not want him to know? That is a bit bizarre.  Normally women only do that when there is something wrong with the men, or so I have been told.  I have never been in that type of situation, so I would not know what would drive a person to be in that type of situation.

I feel like I am cheating on them both, but I also feel how is that possible.  I have not committed to either of them, or even slept with any of them for it to be considered cheating.  I cannot believe that after the most wonderful trip in the world, to
Snoqualmie Falls, they describe the views as breath-taking but I think that is an understatement.  It was absolutely amazing.  For someone who has lived in Seattle and not even see such sights, made me feel so sad, and I vowed in the Attic, while I was totally drunk that I would do with more life, and see more things, and read more, and gain knowledge as he explained so well is a vital piece of our survival.