I'm not quite sure what's going on, but theres' definitely either something in the air, or the water..maybe both.
After Daniel and my break up, I met "Mitch" through my former close friend, Eric. Eric works with Mitch as a truck driver, and was renting the second bedroom of Mitch's trailer. Eric (I actually kinda miss his friendship..he's the one that I stopped dealing with after he did his ex-girlfriend dirty like Allen did me) was so eager for me to get over Daniel that he all but pushed me and Mitch to hang out. When Eric had mentioned me to Mitch, Mitch was all game. Being that he's originally from the northwest somewhere, and hadn't been in Oklahoma but a few years, he wanted to meet me soon. I was kind of hesitant to meet him because I was still pining over Daniel (right before Junior arrived on the scene again), but eventually agreed because anything to take my mind off of Daniel at the time was a welcomed gesture.
The very first time I saw Mitch, I was not impressed. Now, to describe Mitch, he's not my type on any level in the looks department. The closest common ground he has with my taste is the fact that he's tall, slender, and has long hair. He's not necessarily a bad looking guy, but you can't really see him for all the tatoos that cover his face and body, the bull-ring in his nose, and one's attention would be immediately drawn to his enormously gaged ears. I wasn't impressed, but something about the way he smiled at me made me consider spending a little time with him.
Mitch didn't waste any time wanting to take me out, which he did, and after hanging out together a few times, he expressed extreme interest in me and wanted to take things to a deeper level. I wasn't in that mind frame, so I was straight forward with him about not being ready for anything serious with anyone since I'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He said he understood, but hoped I 'd reconsider soon. Mitch is a gentleman, the chivalry is there, and I enjoyed the time that I spent with him. He's 4 years younger than me, but his maturity level is beyond his years, and he seems to know how to treat a woman. If I could get past all of the excessive (and some of it was crude) body art, and the fact that I'm not keen on gaged ears, he could have possibly made a decent boyfriend. I'm not knocking tatoos at all, because as I've stated before, I've got 6 of them, but he looks like a human canvas. Not necessarily someone I'd be in a hurry to take home to the family.
Fast forward to a day that Daniel had pissed me off. I don't even remember what it was about, but I'm sure it had something to do with me spending time with his daughter. I do remember that my nerves were in such an uproar that day, I immediately took the route of needing some sort of frustration release. It had been a while since I'd had sex, so, guess what I did? You guessed it. I put in a call to Mitch and told him I needed to see him.
When I arrived at his house (Eric was at work at the time and still to this day doesn't know that this happened), I immediately grabbed his hand and led him to his bedroom. I have to give Mitch credit in that department. He's definitely working with way more than I ever would have anticipated, and he knows what to do with it. My frustrations and aggravations were diminished after that. Once we were dressed again and sitting on his couch talking, he told me that after that, he felt we should definitely take our relationship to the next level. I told him that I was flattered that he valued me like that, but I still wasn't ready. I could tell he was hurt and probably felt used, but he continued to be his "Mitch" self with me. That was the only time we've had sex. Not that he didn't try to again after that, but I just wasn't into him like he was me, and I just couldn't do it.
(Junior arrived on the scene and grabbed my attention shortly thereafter)
Fast forward some more to a couple of years later. Mitch had started dating some girl he'd met online, she'd moved in with him, and they soon got engaged. I was happy for him, and asked him not to tell her about us in order to keep the drama down since I was hanging around their place (Eric was still living with him). He agreed, but I think "Cathy" had her suspicions. Mitch, for some reason, would always seem to cater to me. I tried to avoid going around alot, because I felt uncomfortable with him being engaged and still seeming to be making a play for me. I'm not one to disrespect another woman like that.
Cathy had moved from Arkansas to be with Mitch, and had asked me to get her a job with my company. I didn't know her all like that, but agreed to mention her application to my boss, who hired her. I found out firsthand that Cathy wasn't all that she presented herself to be. Without going into too much detail on her (it's trivial...really), after having her as one of my employees, I didn't care for her too much anymore. She's extremely lazy, whiny, complains about everything, slobbish (did I mention that she's very overweight as well? not a good combination), doesn't keep herself up, and personally, I don't see how Mitch could even stand to fuck her. I guess pussy is pussy, though. She'd mentioned a few times things about Mitch, and throw statements out like she suspected something had gone on between us. I'd just listen to her without confirming. She wound up getting fired.
Anyway, Mitch and Cathy finally got married a few months down the road. The relationship was toxic, at best. Long story short, he's filed for divorce after less than 2 years of marriage.
Throughout the time, however, Mitch and I kept in quasi contact. He'd call or text me on a regular basis, but I'd expressed to him that I wasn't comfortable communicating with him as much as he wanted to since he was married. I'm sure Eric had suspected by then that something had transpired between Mitch and me, because he'd make statements like "dang, R, why is Mitch acting like he's so crazy about you? He's a married man and still tries to deal with you like he's single!" I'd never confirm what Eric probably thought, but if it was that obvious for Eric to pick up on (he can sometimes be so damned naive about shit), I know Cathy had to know. A woman's intuition is a strong force.
Since Mitch has been going through this turmoilous time, I've been the friend he's been relying on, but it seems like if he doesn't talk to me everyday, he gets an attitude. I don't know why for the last few months he's been acting like I'm the only friend he has and he's the only friend that I have, and being that he's almost single again, he's made it no secret that he wants to get with me when his divorce is final. I've had to tell him that I think it's inappropriate for us to even have a conversation in that field until he actually is single. He's kind of lightened up, but he still throws things out there on occasion. I'm not sure, but I think after all this time, I must've done something right that he can't forget to make him be like he is. Either way, never shall there be anything more than just a friendship between us. And as far as sleeping with him again, that will never happen. Just the thought of having a penis in me that was in Cathy is enough to make me gag. I'll still be his listening ear, though. We've hung out, and he keeps pushing to hang out again. I work 2 jobs now, and like I've said before, I barely have enough time for me, let alone trying to configure someone into my schedule. Like I've also said, people make time for the things they want to. I'd better be nice, though, because he's offered to use his truck and to help move me into my house at the cost of a case of beer and a dinner. Can't beat that.
I'm still making time for Sven. Well, as much as I can between sleep and jobs. Still getting lost in our timeless conversations. He's told me that he's planning on coming to see my house when I finally move in. Something about him...almost like he's addictive or something. (Okay, I'll say it...yes, I am somewhat addicted to this man on some level) I can't put my finger on it. We had a conversation the other day, and he expressed that he wants to be back with me. I was thrilled to hear this, and wanted to say "yes" right off the bat, but, I told him that I need him to be sure that he's truly ready, because I'm not going through that shit again. We'll see. My mom asks about him like he's her long lost bestfriend or something. She still wants to meet him, and never fails to tell me that. Again, we'll see.
So, other than this, and "Baker" (he's another story for another post), I'm living my life like it's golden, and steadily moving forward....
Oh, and I forgot to mention, there's a little "smells so damned good" cutie at my second job that has all but came right out and told me he wants to fuck me. I read into his insinuations. But I like the element of "haha...you'll never have this". Keep him guessing.
So, as the world turns, so do the days of my life...
