I’ve known him for years. He’s the only guy who’s ever, at any time, expressed a desire to marry me.
Back then I told him to grow up, which… may have been a mistake given the dearth of proposals in the intervening time. And, as I know you’ll be gagging for details I’ll state, for the record, that his name is Dug and he’s very cute, he has dark hair with a cowlick that makes the front stick up if it’s not cut right (think THAT scene in Something About Mary) and the brightest of baby blue eyes… he’s got that Celtic thing going on… Phwaaaor…
Sigh… anyway, what was I saying?
Oh yes,girls he’s totally adorable. But, like I said… His maturity levels left something to be desired so a wedding wasn’t on the cards.
But…
on Thursday… the phone rang and the voice on the end of the line said, “I’m sorry, I know it’s short notice, but he just can’t be alone right now, he’s asking for you… will you come?”
It had been months since I’d last seen him and I’m embarrassed to admit that it hadn’t gone well…it ended in tears. So I hesitated…sigh… but who was I to refuse him now in this… his hour of need.
I arrived at his house, nervous energy making me just a little early. The greeting warm, the wine chilled, and the rugby, our shared passion was on the telly… So we sat back and relaxed on the sofa watching our favourite sport as if the last time we met was just a distant memory… chatting about news, current events in our respective worlds and as always we laughed.
Oh how we laughed…
So, he kicked me playfully on the thigh… and grinned… inviting me to take it further… I shook my head… “no, it’s too soon…”
But .. the evening passed… delightfully, and as the hour got late, the game finished and that question just plain hung in the air… more tv? Or…. to…
Bed?
“Oh…darling… to bed” I say… and so we rustle off down the stairs, stepping lightly so as not to cause a stir on the way. And he grabs me, throwing us both down onto the mattress…
I pin him by the shoulders, he’s laughing aloud… his eyes light up…
“A kiss?” I say?
He turns is head as if to decline… but his eyes twinkle with “YES!”
And so… I lean in gently… and kiss his forehead and say…
“Goodnight Darling, sleep well…
…Mummy and Daddy will be home when you wake up in the morning.”
He grabs me round the neck and squeezes like he’ll never let go and replies,
“Goodnight Dee, you’re the best babysitter ever!”
So there you have it… I may be still Singular but I am loved.
And
It
Feels
Great.
That was very cute. you fooled me and I love your banner!
that was the BEST story i’ve heard in a long time :)
He he he. :)
You’re a funny one. I felt like I was reading one of those little stories you get at the back of a women’s magazine.