out with the old...

I haven't spoken to Matt aka 315 aka Watertown in almost 2 weeks. I told him I missed him and wanted to talk on the phone (imagine that..) and he "fell asleep" instead. I told him he makes me feel incredibly unimportant and I'm sick of it. Haven't heard from him since. So...another ending. BUT!!! In this glorious yin-yang life an ending is also a beginning. Which brings me to the chef. You may recall him; we've been "buddies" I guess for about a year, we saw one another a few times and I decided I liked him better as a friend than a ... whatever... He was broken hearted when I started up with Matthew and didn't speak to me for a couple months. But now we've made up and I've been seeing him just about every weekend for the past... 2 months? It's frankly a little ridiculous how much the kid adores me. I say kid because (I completely forgot this!!!) he's only newly 26 years old. Yikes! Completely smitten with me, inexplicably.
Things took a turn I think a couple of weekends ago when I went to his hometown (45 minutes away) for a night of silly drinking and debauchery. One too many beers later we were stumbling home and into his apartment. And the rest as they say...
He gets up in the morning to bring me coffee in bed and let out my dogs, makes me breakfast. He brings me my favorite wine. Last week he asked if he could come over after work (around 10pm) on a weekday. He brought me a big to-go of "lunch" for the next day, and snuggled me all night. Said he would bring me whatever I want any time.
I'm taking it slow with this one. I do not have butterflies in my tummy like I did with Matt. But I always had an underlying sense of panic with him - like the rug would be pulled out from under me at any moment. This one is safe and sweet and doting. My puppies love him. My friends love him. Everyone is rooting for him. Let's see..