I took "Roman" to the airport today. He's going to "a Mediterranean country" (not Italy, despite the nickname I have assigned him) to visit family. I waited with him at the terminal until he went through security (twice - he had to come back to give me a pen knife he had in a pocket, then do it all over again). It was nice. We seem to fit together well. It felt good when he put his arm around me. He's furry. I like furry. And his eyes smile before his mouth. That's nice, too.
It's interesting that he should "tap me on the shoulder" at the precise moment when I was finally ready to be tapped. Because I've known, liked, admired, and trusted him for many years already, it's not so difficult, frightening?, to respond. I don't feel like I have to defend myself. I feel safe - even if it doesn't work out, I know he won't hurt me.
Speaking of responding, I surprised myself. I'm like 10 years past menopause, and I stopped taking replacement hormones three years ago. I've noticed a definite degradation of skin tone since I stopped the hormones, and I'd heard of other dire consequences. I was afraid that stopping the hormones would rust the motor, so to speak, drain the gas tank. I am pleased to report that the motor will not only start with a kiss, it actually revs! Smoothly!
I'm looking forward to picking him up on his return next Thursday. I'm hoping for a hello kiss that will melt my knees.
~~Silk
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