One of the best dates ever...

It actually happened a couple of weeks ago when Mike was out of town. I probably should feel guilty about spending so much quality time with someone else and allowing myself to feel the way I do, but for some reason, this is not the case.

As I said, Mike was out of town so me and this "other guy" decided to spend the evening together. Our plans were simple...just a quiet evening at home, a movie, good conversation...we just wanted to be together.

Our evening began with a trip to the movie store. As we searched through the movies we commented about the various movies we had seen, shared lines from our favorite shows, reminisced about past features watched. It was fun...just being close...comfortable. There's a special warmth that is felt being with someone whom you know loves you so unconditionally as I know this other guy loves me. After browsing through the aisles, we finally made our selection and decided to make our way back to my house.

The rest of the evening was just as special as the time already spent. We snuggled under my favorite blanket...the soft, leopard print one that lays on my couch for those times when the clothes on my back are not enough to keep me warm. We sat with our legs entwined sharing a movie, a bowl of popcorn and mutual admiration.

The movie ended, it was getting late. I did something I wouldn't normally do. I asked him if he wanted to sleep next to me in my bed. He was happy to do so. As I was turning off the lights and preparing for bed, he was thinking of me. He filled a glass of water, which he knows I keep on the small dresser beside the bed. He turned down the covers, fluffed the pillow and made room for me. After retiring, he hugged me close and told me how much he loved me. He said I was the best "in the whole world". We volleyed back and forth expressions of love and admiration with me finally telling him that in whatever way he loves me, I love him "plus one". Then he turned his back to mine, moved close so he could feel me next to him and fell asleep.

So, who was this "other guy" with whom I shared an evening, my love, my bed? It was my son, Ryan. One of the best dates ever....