Faced with a tempting offer

So, today is the day. It's Valentine's Day and though I do not have an official ''valentine", I'm so grateful that my good girlfriend came over to be with me this weekend. We woke up incredibly sleep deprived and in need of some hearty food. I took her to the restaurant at the golf course for breakfast. I'm yet to be disappointed with their food and this time was no exception. We enjoyed a filling breakfast and two mimosas each to jump start our engines for the day. Then we made a trip to the store to buy the necessary items for the movie we're going to tonight with S. Of course, Kindred was working. I was extremely anxious. This was my first time into the store with Kindred working since the break-up. Fortunately enough we avoided contact completely. In fact, I didn't even see him. That's not to say however that he didn't see us. It was shortly after 12:00 and my gut told me he was up in the break room for lunch. The windows to the break room offer a bird's-eye-view over the check out stands. I resisted the urge to look up into the mirrored windows. Though, I did see a friend of Kindred's who also works there and we exchanged greetings. So, either way he'll know that I was there. I felt better once I stepped foot outside of the store and even better that I looked cute in case he did catch a glimpse.

Anyway, that is not what this post has to do with ... last night my good friend drove in from the other side of the water and met S. and me at the casino for drinks and fun. Shortly after she arrived we were confronted by a young handsome guy who invited us to join his table. We decided it was safe and sat down with the young man and his friend. He was such a gentleman buying drinks all around aside from himself because he chooses not to drink alcohol.

We had so much fun talking, dancing, and getting to know quite a few new people. One of the highlights of the night was a 93 year old drinking and smoking woman who didn't look a day over 60 shaking her money-maker (quite literally given that she was a Las Vegas stripper for 30 years) and swearing profusely. We got an eye-full of what she had to offer more than once along with a 50 year old woman in a short red dress, black sheer nylons, and canary yellow pumps who flashed us her 34 DDDs numerous times during her short sit at our table. Needless to say, we were surrounded by entertainment everywhere we turned.

The young man who originally approached us seemed to take a liking to me and I have to admit that I was impressed with his demeanor, morals, nature, and the fact that we were the first girls he'd ever approached in a public setting. We talked most of the evening. When 1:00 hit and we decided to head out, I could tell he wanted to continue our visit. The girls and I were tired and started heading for the door which led to our cars. The young man was walking with us, trying to find the right time to ask for my number when he was stopped by a friend he hadn't seen in a long time and was occupied until we had left the building.

I have to admit that it was tempting to make a connection with him even though I know he isn't "Him". Maybe it had something to do with Valentine's Day, or maybe just downright, raw loneliness. Regardless, it was a fine, innocent evening which ended with us going our separate ways.

I truly want to wait for "Him". I don't want to waste my time, energy, and emotions investing in someone I already know isn't "The One". On the other hand, it felt really good to know I was found attractive by a young, good-looking man who wasn't looking for cheap fun or a romp in the sac. At least my energy is being directed toward the right type of men.

I sure wonder what "He" is doing today. Wouldn't it be something if he was thinking about me the same way I am about "Him"? Hmm, where are you? I'm so excited for us to meet! I know we haven't officially met yet and don't really know each other but I just have to say ... Happy Valentine's Day to you, the man who changes my life for all time. XOXO