Moving on .

I've been blogging for a few years now. Sometimes sporadically sometimes daily, but almost regularly. I have finally separated from XSU and starting to live a new life on my own. The original blog helped me get through the painful process of the end of the marriage, along with some bumpy roads dealing with a critically ill child in the midst of the end of marriage mess. Now this blog will see me through the new paths and adventures that life has to offer. Restructuring my life. My way. My experiences, ventings, musings on that whole big and not so big deal.

February 01, 2011

Leaving the cougar behind

There's something to be said for sharing food Tapas style. My favourite restaurant in my little town is a fabulous tapas bar where the menu and wine list change often. I love the place and have spent many hours there with many friends to the point that the manager knows me and greets me by name.

This past Sunday I had the best time ever with VNN. We went out for a movie and dinner. The King's Speech and tapas. I would have liked to have seen True Grit being the true blue Coen Brothers fan that I am but agreed to the Firth film and was not at all disappointed. Firth has finally left Mr Darcy in the dust.

Then it was tapas time. VNN had a wine flight with his share of the food. Red wine. Not my thing at all. Now interestingly, I could certainly smell the difference in the wines, but they all three tasted like..... red wine. He thought that was pretty funny, and couldn't understand how I couldn't tell the difference. It's a flaw no doubt. Oddly though, my scotch tasting palate is much more well defined, which he appreciates.

The intimacy of sharing plates of food and enjoying glasses of wine just made for a fabulously lovely evening. We shared food, talked, stole a kiss or two, held hands and just *really* enjoyed each other's company. I can totally feel myself starting to fall for this man. He has a presence and a style as well as an ability to just be in the moment with me. I am kind of overwhelmed by all that. And so totally not used to it at all.

And to think I wanted to date someone ten years younger than me. Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with being the "younger" woman instead of the cougar I thought I wanted to be. Nothing at all.


Anonymous said...

I am so happy to read that you are having a good time. It feels great to be treated so lovely, doesn't it? And when a relationship is comfortable and fun it is just so wonderful.

and speaking of red wine - I believe I will go pour a glass.

Love and hugs,
~ b

Anonymous said...

Sounds perfect!!! Older men know how to treat women and they love the fact you let him do it without getting all "feminist".