The Rebirth
For those of you who have been hanging about this blog for the past several years, you know that it has been an absolute age since any of my romantic entanglements actually came to fruition. I have had vain hope in several men whom I assumed were the ones for me. I always seem to believe I know what I want and how I want it and with whom I want it, but sometimes it is best to be proved wrong.
The Southern Gentleman was the pleasantest surprise I have had in the longest time. He took me out to dinner, but forgot his credit card. I had to pay and he was simply mortified. We went to a park and chatted on the jungle gym for hours while firework enthusiasts provided us with a personal display. My hands were small in his, and were scraped against the roughly-hewn callouses on his own. He kissed me with surety and nothing short of absolute adoration. And there were fireworks.
For the first time in years, I felt as though I could leave it all behind. All the confusion and hurt over other men. All the baggage I've been hauling around. All the uncertainties and labels I have given myself. Sometimes all you need is someone to look at you in that way to realize that maybe you're not as worn out and used up and full of complications as you make yourself feel. Maybe sometimes you just need a Southern Gentleman.
Con Amor,
The Lady
3 comments:
So...is there more of a story to this?
such a turn of events. from Englishman to Southern Gentleman?
I hope this works out because you seem like a great person, and I obviously have very limited info. But "nothing short of absolute adoration" on the first date? Not just adoration, but redundantly both nothing short of adoration and absolute adoration? Sounds like you might need to pump the breaks a little bit home girl.
Although, hopefully you're just waxing poetic haha.
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