Happy Birthday to Me!

"The love we give away is the only love we keep." ~ Elbert Hubbard

In this blog post I had to, very abashedly, mention the fact that I had not had any sort of physical intimacy in the past eight years, not an intimate hug, nor kiss, nor sex in any way - my eight year drought!

In that blog post I had thought it was funny that I was having to exercise my knee so that it would be in tip top shape when I finally came together with C.

But, then, I think after that post, as you know I had broken up with C. However, in another post, after the break-up, I mentioned that I was still going to keep doing everything I had been doing to make my dreams come true - even continuing the knee "exercises!" 

Well, I have to say, two nights (well, actually into the wee hours just one day ahead!) before I turned 50 years old I broke my "eight year drought!" Woohoo! 

I happened to be at this pub (in my mom's home state - we were still on our months travels there) and a guy who looked almost exactly (I kid you not!) like this guy came in with another friend. They both looked about 28-30 to me. They came up to the crowded bar where I was sitting to order beers and I, per usual, introduced myself (that's just how I am - to anybody - not just a hot looking guy!), the guys got their beers and then went and talked to a group of people (I learned later) that were competitors with them in what seemed kind-of like and Iron Man race that was held that weekend in the town we were in. 

Anyway, this bar/restaurant closed kinda early - last call was at 10:30 PM - so this "hotty" guy comes back up to me (after literally not being around me for the past hour-and-a-half) and says that he and his friend are going to walk the couple of blocks to this other bar (the only "real" bar, i.e. no restaurant, just a bar, this town has!) and did I want to come with them? I was like, it's farther than a couple of blocks, but sure, I'll go, but get in my car 'cause I'm driving there, not walking!

So, we end up at the other bar and then the "hotty" starts "hitting" on me pretty heavy and I'm just going with the flow... 

Well, to make a long story a bit shorter... I break my eight year drought with this guy! However, as the drought is being broken, I'm thinking, this guy just doesn't seem like he has as much "experience" as I would expect of a 28-30 year old. I'm like, yeah, it's been eight years, but that doesn't mean I hadn't been with some really "experienced" guys in my "former life!" 

Well, after my super cute guy and I break my drought, I ask him - because, really, I felt something was just a little "off" - "How old are you?" And he replies back, "Nineteen." At that point I'm thinking in my head, well, holy f'n shit, I would not have guessed that, but it makes perfect sense! And then my next thought: Score: L - 19 (or something happily similar!)!!!

So, when he tells me he's nineteen I say to him, "I wish I knew you in ten years. You are going to make some girl very, very happy!" And he answers back, "I'll be here at the same time next year for the race!" So cute... as if in the year between now and then he will gain more "experience" and we can "hook up" again!

I was thinking totally positively when I decided that I was going to keep up with those knee "exercises" - despite C. breaking up with me - and in the end, it paid off... hell, yeah, it paid off!!! : )