I recieved a phone call the ther day from a mystery man who knew my name. My whole name. Spelling, pronunciation. he called me at work.
I thought it might be a sales call, a contractor trying to drum up some work or get his foot in the door.
When I called him back he told me that he had been meaning to call me for several weeks. (o-kay...)
Then he said the magic word. JR. I met JR 8 or 9 years ago when he applied for a job at my last casino. I made his travel arrangements and although he didn't get the position, and I didn't remain long in that department, we stayed in touch. He has kept me supplied with pictures and updates on his children and world tours, I have kept him updated on the "wild" life I lead. The G rated version, of course.
I had forgotten that JR was going to have his friend from the other office take me out to lunch sometime.
So I have a lunch date tomorrow. I'm a little nervous, and a lot giggling about it because this fellow could be 40, or he could be 18. I have no idea. Well, that and his office is on Kit Kat Rd. You know, like the Kit Kat Ranch? Hee. Anyway, I will be certain to update you all on how it goes.
What about Cowboy, you ask? Things are the same there. We are not and never have been exclusive. I like him. I would like something more structured, but he's not ready for that, and as long as he's going to date other people, I don't see why I shouldn't too. I haven't, but that's because no one has asked. And no, I don't plan to use this as a way to scare him into commit. We are both too smart for that. He may never know about my date tomorrow. Or, this fellow could be Mr Right. Gotta keep an open mind and heart, right?