I've told the beginning of my predator story and I think something of the end, but what I've left out is the middle... kind of like an eclair before it gets its filling---in this case a vanilla cream of a purulent nature.
Sometimes, I forget things and then something will happen and I'll have a memory---like a flashback. Some flashbacks come frequently and some come back out of the blue.
So, picking up where I left off--- AFTER I found out that J actually had a live-in girl friend, I wisely figured out and told him that this wasn't a good idea and that I would probably fall in love with him (ha ha ha) :( and thanked him for being honest and said good-bye.
Then---very soon afterward, I got an email from him. He completely ignored what I said and said this.
"You could come over sometimes, if you like if you promise that if it has to end one day, that you won't become a stalker."
That's what he said. This took me quite by surprise and I'm sure that I pondered my response for all of about the time it took me to get a cup of coffee and a snack and wrote back:
"You want to have an affair with me? wow! Of course, it WILL end one day. Everything does. No, I would never become a stalker. No boiled bunnies from me--LOL I have plenty of resources at my disposal."
Isn't this what they call in literary terms, FORESHADOWING?
Look, I was phenomenally flattered and I had just broken up with the narc composer. I had also, by now, gone on about 6 other dates that didn't lead to anything. Just nothing there. (for me)
Now, this was August 31, 2008. (As an aside--- I much later found out that it was actually the DAY AFTER his partner's 39th birthday.)
Of course, I didn't know this then. I wished that I had. I would never have met him again. never.
So, I don't remember exactly what happened in between there---oh yes, we IM'd one day for about 90 minutes and it was so much fun. He really had it down with all of his LOL's and cute little yahoo smileys and so forth. What a cute fun guy he was!!!
Eventually, we made a date and lo and behold it was on 9.11. Not only was it NINE-ELEVEN, but it was the anniversary of my late brother's death. 21 years, to be exact. I took this as a sign from my bro who watches over me, that all was cool.
Per J's request, I dressed very casually and he told me to come to his place in the city and tell the doorman that the apartment was 3C. It was easy to find and I even found street parking for free.
I was pumped with so much adrenalin I could've flown to the moon--really.
He lived in a nice, doorman building and of course, I'm not even going to give any clues whatsoever, as to the location, but I took the elevator up and rang 3C and J opened up the door and pulled me in and immediately started kissing me---passionately. No one in my entire 52 years had EVER kissed me like this. I know its hard to believe, but its true.
I'm spending a bit of time, on the beginning, just because it was so new and yet not new. He was just as yummy as I had remembered. No, actually even yummier and even more handsome. Just absolutely adorably cute. I had to pee--- I went into the bathroom--Everything was quite clean and neat and I took a few seconds to scout it out and what I noticed is that except for a small basket with one headband in it, there was absolutely NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING that even hinted at the possibility of a woman living there--- You should see MY bathroom. There is no doubt that a woman lives there--- A messy woman, but a woman, nevertheless or at least a tranny- lol. The rest of the apartment was lovely and actually quite cozy and warm, but almost no natural light. (predatory animals thrive in this setting, I believe) and then we went into the bedroom and there I saw immediately a photograph of a girl in a lovely ballet "attitude en derriere" position. It was an outdoor shot and she was wearing casual clothing---no tutus or anything like that.
Hold on... let me find one, for those of you who have no idea wtf I'm talking about.
This is a swan posing as a woman---Jesus, have you ever seen anything so beautiful? I thought it might be Sylvie Guillem, but its Lucia Laccara. God must've just gotten laid when he made her---seriously.
Anyway, this is the basic position, although the girl in this pic in J's bedroom wasn't nearly that extended, however, it was still a very good attitude ---and I could see that whoever this was, was a very well-trained and accomplished dancer--Yes, just from one position.
In the foreground of the pic was J, and then I spied another ballerina-- A painting hanging right over the bed.
FUCK--- it just couldn't be------
His fucking partner was a DANCER!?!?!?!?!?!!! like wtf??? He left the room for a minute and came back and he could see that I was upset---not crying, but just naturally a bit anxious and of course, he was completely undressed, in all of his gorgeousity and as he sits on the bed, he was very understanding, certainly and sensitive and innocently asked me if I just wanted to talk--------
seriously. That's what he said. So, I did what any reasonable middle-aged sex-starved mother of two would do-- I fucking threw myself on top of him and that was that. no gory details. Sorry. Some things are better left unsaid. But just lets say that it was just as good as the first time...
The beginning was so amazing; I was just so happy. I really was.
He was perfect for me. This was exactly what I was looking for.
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