First date, post-divorce.

Goddamnit. This is the Godfather II of SJ posts. You figured anything would pale in comparison to the original but BAM! Fucking incredible. And not only did you have a great night, you described it poetically (the line about Vincent Vega & Mia Wallace is tremendous) and poignantly (I sure hope she's here beyond 53). Amazing. Well-done. Enjoy your time w/her.

Also, I read the first two parts before I left for our July 4th activities and figured part two was the end of it. And that was good! But wow, part three. What a thing to read upon settling in for the evening.

 

I want to be @exmediahack when I grow up.

 

An epic tale, evolving still ...

I may not sleep tonight!

 

Sandi often jokes that she’ll give me enough material for my next novel… welp.

We spent a couple of hours together today — both had to work tonight.

it’s a weird place as, given the intensity (and results) of the first date, we’re now trying to do the “relationship backwards”.

Spent two hours in bed… talking about shitty marriages, our fears and our vulnerabilities. Clothes on. I try to “read the room” and match her “level” in the moment.

Then we had to each get to work.

As I walk her to her car, she stops and looks at me.

“Don’t think I’m not interested. I am. If you wanted to do it, just ask next time.”

So oddly casual. I can’t read her at all. She’s had a life of men who wanted her as the “trophy wife/girlfriend”.

 

PO … well, you know.

 

My second ex was like that. Weirdly distant for as uninhibited as I initially thought she was.

On our first date, we went to the bar where she worked as a scantily clad waitress to put herself through college. Talked a lot about how she had been engaged seven times and only went through with one wedding. Completely open and honest, yet with her defenses way up, even though we ended up at her place that very night.

Then, once I passed whatever tests she was giving me and those defenses came down, hoo boy.

 

Well done

 

I would have handed her last years unfiled tax returns.

 

Just echoing everyone else here but props to ex on living a goddamn Penthouse Forum letter come to life.

 

Then when it starts raining you make them watch Andy Griffith until the tarp’s off the field.

 

And a double Medal of Honor recipient there, too.

 

I just read that entire post in the voice of Skip Caray.