I did it!!!!
I went to the Old Man's place tonight. I know what you're thinking....me too (at least I think I am). We didn't make any plans. After work (and my afternoon siesta) we were talking on the phone and planned on going salsa dancing. Instead, the Old Man said I should come over. Nothing unusual, he ALWAYS says I should come over...and my response is usually the same...NO!
Well tonight, I must have drunk DC's tap water, because I said YES!
I arrived to his place around 8:30p. I walked in and was pleasantly surprised....(no he didn't have rose petals and candles lit everywhere!) The pink was gone!!! The first and last time I visited his place it reminded me of his wife, and how someone would have decorated their place 40 years ago...on a tight, really tight budget. Silk flowers and all.
He got rid of a majority of the pink...he still has a long ways to go, but it is looking more and more like a man lives there.
When I walked in, he had music (similar to the music we heard in the movie the other day) playing. A strategic move on his part. He remembered how much I enjoyed the music. Ten cool points.
I took myself on a little tour while he hung my coat up.
First we settled in the basement (my choice). I sat on the couch and he sat in the chair. We conversed about mundane things, work & how much I hate my job, my day, blah, blah, blah, him redecorating etc.
Then we moved back upstairs to the sitting room. At first we were on different couches, then somehow, he magically appeared on my couch.
I laid on him. His back was rested on the arm of the couch, and I laid back on him with my back on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around me. We talked. He caressed my hands, my face...he traced my hairline with his fingertips. We talked. He ran his finger down my cheek and traced the outline of my lips. He studied my skin, my hands, my fingers...we talked.
At some point we got up and went to the kitchen to change the music. He gave me a split bottle of champagne, and we went back to the couch...
To be continued later...it's late and the Diva is tired