It’s not that didn’t want to give the update, it’s more that I was holding it close to me for a while before sharing, kind of like Emilee use to do. “MINE”. I’m ready now. 
I landed Tuesday and darn, it was HOT. 104 degrees and I’m not one that enjoys sweating. Then I was thinking about sweating and how I didn’t want him to see me a sweaty mess, so I ducked into a bathroom and tried to freshen up but I’m afraid it was a lost cause. I felt like the airport didn’t even have their air on, but I think when it’s that hot out, it’s just hard to keep places as cold as this Mama likes them. The plan was that I was going to call him upon retrieving my luggage, so that I could just come outside and jump in the car. After my sweaty bathroom visit, (nice mental pic, eh?) I descended down the escalator trying to figure out which carousel was going to have my suitcase. As I did not have my contacts in, and as I’m sorta blind, I am squinting along to read the monitors, I hear someone behind me say “Hello Pretty Lady” in a very sexy Irish accent. I whip around to see my Irishman standing there and promptly jump into his open arms for hugs and kisses, making a girl sound I’m sure only other women can appreciate.
Upon leaving the airport, we headed to his house so I can freshen up for real as he had planned an evening out for us. At 9pm we have dinner reservations at an Italian restaurant, and out for drinks at a “lounge”, as he called it, in the Bellagio after. Dinner was just amazing, at this small place off the strip that had a few surprises in store for us, including but not limited to – sliding panels that opened to show a man’s face that wanted to see who you were before entering, a man singing some Italian songs to us at our table, some lovely food and many kisses. After a delicious dinner we headed off to the Bellagio, where we walked around to look at all of the amazing things there, all the while my Irishman holding my hand, having his arm around me and opening doors of all sorts. It’s just something to feel that special … and he definitely made me feel special. The entire trip. We hit the lounge, which is actually the Fontana Bar & Lounge inside the Bellagio, and that includes the “dancing waters” there on the terrace – which is just amazing! If you ever go to Vegas, it’s a must that you see the dancing waters, it’s simply fabulous. We sit to have some drinks, and listen to the band, which was actually very good. Cover songs, popular and fun. We people-watched, scooted our chairs closer together and sipped our drinks. At one point the band took a break, came out to talk to my Irishman as they recognized him from his own singing gigs at the hotel he works at, and tried like hell to talk him into coming onstage to sing with them. He politely refused time and again, saying each time that he’s with ”his pretty lady, and I’m not leaving her”. Yup, there’s that special thing again. When a slow song came on, he asked me to dance and there, on our very first night, after only meeting him 3 or 4 weeks before and spending a few days together, we danced with a complete comfort that I think is completely unique. Never in my entire trip was there an awkward moment, like those “weird” feelings you have when first being with someone – you know ladies, waking up in the morning being in a panic because I have bed head, or that my makeup is all over my face, or hell, even him seeing me without makeup! Which for anyone that knows me, is my true fear. I’m so blonde and pale I look ridiculous without makeup! I digress. So we danced, and somehow managed to fit into eachother with an ease I’m sure couples after years of being together can’t seem to manage. Or at least I never did with my ex-husband. ;) And it was a good dance, one I’ll remember for a lifetime.
After the Bellagio, he asked if I was interested in meeting up with some of his friends at a place they hang out – cuz bars in Vegas are pretty much open 24 hours. I was for sure interested, I loved his friends, they were fabulous! So off we go, and I’m greeted with a warmth that surprised me, actually. Open armed hugs, shouts, etc.. Irishman’s best friend was there, a man I had met before – his BFF if you will. He gave me a huge hug, told me that it was damn good to see Irishman so happy, that his face lights up every time my name is mentioned, and oh by the way, damn you’re hot. *laugh* Irishman let out with the “Leave me lady be” with a shoulder slap for his friend, and pulling my chair out for me.
Yah, it was a good night.
And that was just ONE night of 6 spent there. Since my return, we’ve not stopped texting or talking. He calls when his day at work is beginning, as my day is then ending. I text when his day is ending and my day is beginning. Today he said he’d like to see me again. I agreed.
We don’t speak of the big R word. How would it work? But on the same hand, what is it now? And why the hell am I trying to DEFINE anything anyway? I’m afraid any other man I was seeing – uh, which is only PokerMan, is just … not gonna happen. Poor PokerMan, he doesn’t even realize it.
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