Our first date was a lunch on a Sunday afternoon. It was fun and flirty and neither of us ever ran out of things to say. At the end when he walked me outside, he asked me out on a second date and opened his arms for a hug. I was smitten. Within a couple of weeks we traveled to NYC together to see "Spring Awakening" on Broadway for my birthday. We had a marvelous time and learned that we make fabulous travel companions. Since then we have taken several weekend trips and one-day road trips together and we always enjoy each other's company immensely.
In May we went to Willamsburg together and he was saying wonderful things to me like "you are the love of my life" and I got REAL stupid! Instead of just soaking it all in, I decided to be a martyr and send him back out into the dating world. I didn't want him to miss out on playing the field. He had been with his ex-wife for 20 years and I was the very next person he met. Now, I kick myself daily. We have remained friends, we still see each other, we still talk most every day. I love his kids and they love me, I have met his brother, his co-workers, his ex-wife and next week I'm going to Boston with him to meet his father and sister and her family. He is my best friend in the world, I love him dearly, I would love for this relationship to go back to the romance we started in March. He's not there anymore though.