[I] “I’m here, I’m here,” elizabeth says, eyeliner and mascara all smudged, still in her horsie pajamas. “I just woke up.”
Now. Where to begin? We had a wonnnnderful time. I had forgotten, in my utter panic last night, that David (the New Potential Boyfriend, hereinafter “NPB” or “David”) and I have wonderful conversation, always. So right from the moment he picked me up, we did fine. We yammered “like a bunch of girls.” [/I]
The specifics? Let’s see: We went to this very trendy restaurant in Venice (Chaya Venice) which had GREAT food. We were at dinner for four (four) hours because we talked so much - it was great - I couldn’t make him talk FAST enough b/c there was so much I wanted to ask him, about his work, his life, his family! And he was so honest. We were able to discuss everything - he’s been through a failed marriage, a failed business, and now he is on a hugely successful business. To put the icing on the cake, so to speak, he, of his own accord, suggested we get two desserts and SHARE them. This was the first time in all my dating experience that a man has ever truly keyed in to what women want in the dessert department.
[I] After dinner, we went to the Promenade in Santa Monica to walk around (at almost 1 a.m.!). We wandered. . . wandered. . . (get ready, Beezer) . . . and then he took my hand to hold it. Awwwww. Very sweet. But I actually couldn’t see that coming. I mean, maybe I don’t go on enough dates, but generally men don’t hold my hand on the first date!
But that, of course, got my small mind worrying: “Am I going to have to kiss him goodnight? How is this going to end? What if I want to REALLY kiss him good night?”
When we got home, he parked his car and walked me in. I made us tea, and we talked for another hour (we are now at about 2:30 a.m.). When it was time for him to leave, I walked him to the door, and I expected a nice kiss on the cheek. What I got was a big kiss on the mouth. 
And I was so stunned that I think I mildly recoiled. (I couldn’t help it - it was a reflex - I just didn’t see it coming! It’s not that I was adverse - I was just caught off guard!!)
And then he left. . . . But, I wanted to say “wait, come back here, do that again!!” Instead I just went to bed. [/I]
Now, to the questions: Do I call him to say “thank you”? How do I convey to him that I had a good time? I’m a bit afraid that I might have struck him as a bit uninterested with my less-than-enthusiastic reaction to his kiss on the lips. How do I counter that? I guess I just need to wait and see.
And I’d really like to find a way to get invited to his house tonight to watch the X-files on his HUGE t.v. But I can’t think of a way to swing it. . . . How do I ask w/o seeming pushy, if he calls me? I guess I can’t.
AAJumper: In response to your kind query about Buster, he is actually doing VERY well. Over the past six weeks (remember that it was in late February that he was in really bad shape) jumphigh83 (my trainer) has essentially gotten him back completely to where he was, as I understand it. He apparantly feels so good now that he has been a jerk - total jerk - such that jumphigh83 HERSELF had to get on him one day to convince him to keep all four feet on the ground at the same time! Mind you, Buster still sometimes looks “eh” in the tight corners in the ring, as a horse with bad hocks will likely look forever, but that is not fatal, to me.
Last night David kept suggesting I bring Buster out here to the valley. (I told him if he was interested in me, he needed to realize that I was a package deal, with Buster-the-Wonderhorse.) I guess I need to re-visit the issue, if Buster is truly seeming relatively s__nd now. I will give him a few more months to see how sound he stays, then I will reconsider how sound he might stay after a 6 day trailer ride out here. . . . I think, though, that maybe I need to just do it. . . .
we have a hard time keeping up!
(Well, some of them!) 