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"The Farmer and Me - Details"
Warning: not completely diet related. Hopefully not offensive. Adult "situations" described as euphemistically as possible.
So, I am a 60-year-old woman divorced 9 years. I go to dances and meet a lot of people who also go to these dances which are open to the public. My friend reminded me and I quote: "I believe you said something a few months ago about being done with men" and I really thought I was. I have a couple of people who were interested in me, but nothing really felt fitting, so I chalked it up to me having no interest.
About 4 dances ago, I met a man about my age in good shape, good dancer, and friendly. He seemed to like me, but I think I mentioned, contradance is like that: you flirt, you play nice, everybody likes everybody. Everybody hugs everybody. Kissing, on the other hand, is not usual. At Dance #2, the big hug was followed by a smooch. I figured there was more than the usual going on and we exchanged cell numbers.
Side note: Next day I was talking myself out of thinking that this would go anywhere, driving to work, and really pretty much convinced I was getting my hopes up for naught, when 4 cars in a row sped by me (literally at 70 miles an hour) and all had "444" in the license plate which is the number of my dad's gravestone in the military cemetery. Four cars in a row. Hi, Dad! I took it as a positive sign.
Last night: I hosted the band overnight, again. Mr. Farmer let me know politely that he had to get home after the dance, so could not accept the invitation to join me for a beverage after the dance. Kinda discouraged, then the heat and humidity at the dance was outrageous, and somebody let in some hard-biting mosquitoes, and beds weren't made for my guests, so I left before the end of the dance. Pretty sad about it, too.
And then at 10:30 pm, he texted me: where did you go? I was saving the last dance for you, thought you were waiting for the band? Beds, yadda, yadda, I am home. And he offered to come and help me set up! So I gave him my address, he showed up and made beds with me, carted around a mattress, very sweet, we talked, he has pets, I have pets, he reads books, I read books!
We were ready for the band, they arrived, and I put them in their rooms. By now it was midnight. He looked exhausted, and I know he usually takes a nap by the side of the road on his 3-hour trip home, and I offered my couch for a nap instead because he insisted he really, really needed to get home before morning even though I had different ideas of what would have been really, really better but hey, I passed the marshmallow test and I can wait for better rewards by waiting.
Anywho, by 1 am we were not napping on the couch, but we were on the couch, engaging in activities that are implicitly agreed upon in my generation if you agree to the first step of "napping" in your pj's with a member of the opposite sex under some kind of cozy covers in a darkened space (couch, lounge chair, the proverbial back seat). We agreed explicitly that positive parameters for future encounters had been set, but most of the agreeing wasn't verbal and used to be called "third base" when I was younger. Which is apparently different than third base now, but I am still in the old game.
At 2 PM I made the executive decision for both of us to get some actual sleep and took myself off the couch. He texted me when he left but I was asleep. I have a strong belief that I will see him Monday before he goes away on a two-week trip, since he is taking the shuttle in the next-town-over to the airport to visit his kids across country.
I feel pretty good right now.
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1733 kcal
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Fat: 78.32g | Prot: 89.89g | Carbs: 182.84g.
Breakfast: April 23 - 7-day plan with dairy. Lunch: Subway 6" Falafel Sandwich, Deep Fried Potato French Fries (from Frozen). Dinner: Green Giant Whole Kernel Sweet Corn, Meat Loaf, Great Value Half & Half. more...
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