That Good, Good Feeling

Two weeks on a new dating site, six messages exchanged with him, and a telephone number given out three days later.

Twenty-four hours later is a missed telephone call the very next day, a sexy and succinct voice leaves the message.

Three hours later, one attempt and a return call following an “okay” date a few hours early, pleasantries exchanged.

Five minutes into the first telephone call, the first meeting for an “hour or so” is arranged.

Thirty minutes later in strolls a tall (6 feet) and bald gentleman, with a smile looking like a million bucks.

Five seconds after seeing me, a huge grin followed by a welcoming hug is enveloping my 5’2 petite frame.

Twenty seconds later jokes, football jabber and travel stories are shared.

Sixty minutes later, we’re strolling through the mall, smiling and laughing while enjoying delectable caramel apples.

Two hundred and forty minutes later, we exchange pleasantries and said gentleman asks if he can see me again in twenty four hours.

Twenty-four hours later we’re snuggling up the center back row, reveling in the action-packed ending of the latest 007 flick.

Seventy-eight minutes later we can’t seem to say goodbye, and end the seventh day of the week with two pecks. Muah, muah.

Twenty-two minutes later, were sending our “made it home” messages, which turns into a series of “can’t stop smiling” and “enjoyed myself with you” exchanges.

Seventy-two hours later, I decide it is I who wants more and initiates the planning of our next gathering.

Forty-eight hours later, he’s walking in and greets me with a “you look amazing”, as he guides me to our dinner table.

Twenty minutes and our table is filled with endless laughter, debatable topics and everything else in between. Suddenly out of know where after twelve minutes said gentleman gently pulls my face to his, giving me one of the most sensual open mouth kisses had in a long time.

Eighty-six minutes into the night, we walk to our cars and said gentleman asks “Are you ready to go” to which I reply “No, let me grab my coat and we’ll walk”.

Ten minutes into the walk on the boardwalk, I’m squealing happily as he puts a quarter in the Tom and Jerry kiddie carousel machine. Don’t judge me, he allowed me to be me while filming for blackmail evidence no doubt.

Thirty-two minutes later, we’re at my car and again – that mouth, those lips, that tongue.

Twenty-seven hours and we’re at it again.

Seven days, four dates, two pecks, several real kisses, countless laughs and stimulating conversations, two pairs of wet panties.

I’m feeling this one in every way imaginable.

Introducing the one I’ll call…. Hope.

Until there’s a cure…

Carmen Jones

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Hangover - a let down following great excitement or excess. Wow. This one sentence describes nearly all of my dating and relationship experiences!

I'm a 30 year-old woman muddling through the Los Angeles dating scene and yes - Believe all that you've heard about the screwed up men and women in La-La Land.

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  1. Va va voom! Staying posted for the next great update. Sounds like Hope touches you in both a physical and, most importantly, cerebral way….very important I’d say πŸ˜‰

    1. Bingo! You got it 100% Mel because Hope really is touching every part of the brain.

      Physically, intellectually, his sense of humor is as zany as mine, his mannerisms are sexy. So much.

      Mmm, mmm, good.

      Fingers crossed.

  2. Sounds like you finally got it right, just remember what we talked about a couple of weeks ago. Enjoy the ride, but keep “them” on for a little longer. πŸ™‚

    1. Ha Kendall- yes, yes of course I remember. Another friend has already told me to keep them on, though she is certainly not the one to set examples. We shall see…

    1. Hey Matt,

      I’m trying to get to that place where you have been.

      I just need to be mindful that even though we’re getting to know each other at lightning speed, it has still only been a week!

  3. This sounds promising Carmen, and if the two of you are asking to see each other equally, it sounds like you both are pretty interested.

    1. It “seems” equally because we’re both taking turns saying “let’s go out” and yes – I’m loving it that he’s doing it more, but you never know. Is he really into me as much, or am I a cool person to fill time?

      I realize this sounds a bit pessimistic but hey… You never know. I’m riding the good times for as long as possible, though.

      Thanks for reading.

  4. This is the first time I dare to comment and oh boy, I am anxious to know what’s next?
    In any case girl good luck with Hope.

    1. Ah… A behind the scenes reader huh? I love you guys just the same, comment or not. πŸ™‚

      Thanks for the good luck Michele, lord know when it comes to dating you need luck, a couple of rabbit feet, and a sprinkle of pixie dust!!

  5. Carmen, being worried about what’s behind the good, good isn’t a bad thing. As messed up as it may sound, I think if you’ve been on enough emotional rollercoasters, you come to be a little suspicious when things seem to be going TOO good.

    You seem like a smart woman, so go with your instincts. Something doesn’t feel right or he starts acting funny,… You know.

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