Ok, it’s late, I just got back from Staci’s and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. So I’m jotting this down on my iPad quickly so I can get it off my mind/chest.
Seeing Staci tonight was kind of an impromptu thing. I had a meeting tonight that was going to be near her and was going to get over around 8pm. She had a meeting with her pet-sitter and was going to meet her friend’s son (Max, who’s 25) for drinks to discuss her ideas about finding a possible new house to move into. He’s apparently been helping her with her search, even though she isn’t 100% positive about moving. But she’s looking into it.
The whole thing started when Staci told me her roommate mentioned that she wished I was coming over to cook for them again tonight. She forwarded me the text. It was really sweet and a nice ego boost.
But a little bit on the Max guy; he knows about me and I’ve been around when she’s been on the phone with him. She tells him she’s with me, and will talk about his mom who’s going through a lot of drama and possibly getting a divorce. Staci even told me tonight that she was talking to him about us going out next week to a karaoke bar that has live band karaoke. If you haven’t tried it, it’s way better than regular karaoke. It’s the total rock star experience. But he suggested this regular karaoke bar, and he’s apparently joining us. Not sure if he’s bringing a date (he better) or what. But it looks like we’re going to the place he suggested. Normally I wouldn’t think twice about this guy. Staci is 46, old enough to be his mom, so I hope there aren’t any ideas going on there.
Well, I was on my way to her house around 8pm, when she told me she was still out and would be home by 9pm. I said OK, and I’d see her then. I didn’t get a cancellation response, which kind of shocked me. So, I make my way to her house about 9pm and she still isn’t home yet. Said she needed to stop by WalMart real quick to pick up stuff for her cats. But she gave me the code to her garage door so I could let myself in.
About 15 minutes later she arrived home. As I kissed her, it was obvious she had seriously drinking. And she looked hot. Wearing a sleeveless black top that was sheer around the waist so I could see through it. Again, she looked really good. I didn’t think anything about it until I was in my car heading home. To that in a minute.
We sat around and talked for about an hour. We kissed some, but not as intense as usual. Not a big deal. She was still initiating. But you could tell her intoxication was affecting her.
An interesting note happened when we were talking about her watching my dog this weekend while I go get my son. Yes, it’s this weekend. Since I have to leave so early in the moringing to get him Sunday, I offered to just leave my dog there overnight Saturday. Her first response was asking if I was using her as an excuse to stay the not Saturday. I immediately said No, because I honestly had not thought of it that way. She said we’ll see how it goes. Not sure what that exactly means, but ok.
I left by 10:30pm, not even 2 hours later. She mentioned it would be 3 days before we saw each other again. I playfully said she could change that anytime she wanted. But I’m not holding my breath.
Then on my way home, the whole outfit things crossed my mind. That was definitely a “going out” top. Not what I would expect for casually meeting a friend, or a friend’s son. Maybe she just wanted to look nice going out, maybe there was more to it. I didn’t say a word to her about it. And I won’t. But it did totally preoccupy my drove home.
Thoughts? And be sure to catch the next update about meeting her brother – coming soon, and as always, thanks for reading.