101 Dates

101 Dates and the search for love

Not sure where to start because I don’t remember my first date! Well, I do remember my first date but not my first current date since my last relationship ended. So I think I’ll start with the women who was also on a quest of 101 dates to find the right guy of which I was one – just not the number 101!

I met her on-line and we emailed a lot. She began phoning me and we talked many times. She ran a small business and I was able to help her with some staff problems. She was very spiritual and a health freak – so we got along great until one day she told me that buying “freshly squeezed” orange juice was not a good choice for my daughter. She was right of course! After that she disappeared.

The next spring I heard a story on CBC radio called “freshly squeezed” and now I understood exactly what she meant. The orange juice industry was lying. About the same time I contacted another person on-line. She instantly wanted to meet me. We arranged to meet the next Sunday. I told her that was easy!

We met at a spot between our cities and she wanted me to take me to the beach. It was May 24 long weekend. As we drove she told me the she was the one that was phoning me the year before and even though she had gone away and dated many men she thought of me every day.

Before the afternoon was over we were walking hand in hand and sharing gentle kisses. She loved my gentle kisses and touch. We had such a strong attraction and connection. It was so easy.

She explained that she was seeking someone and that she was not ready to settle down and that she was trying to meet as many men as possible and develop a friendship first. We met many nights and went for many walks; she told me the story of her life. It was an amazing story of trouble and love. She shared everything with me. We had the most wonderful times together. Our kisses were – magic. Our bodies wanted each other.

She told me that I used one word over and over and that she wanted to open a dance-health club and call it that. I couldn’t guess that word. It was “Thrive”. She called me all the time and a talked about how much she wanted to see me. We were always making plans to go dancing but they never worked out.

One weekend we had a date to go horseback riding but there was a thunder storm so we went to her place instead. She wanted to get naked and for me to give her a massage. We spent all day naked kissing and cuddling and eating and talking. I gave her three massages. First I gave her a muscle massage. Then I gave her an energy massage… then later I gave her a sensual massage…

After midnight she passed me a condom and asked me to make love to her. I couldn’t do it. I made a promise to the world to only make love when I am in love – in a relationship… I held her as we fell to sleep.

We hung out a lot together. My daughter was in a play and I took her to it. In the middle of the play she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I don’t know why but that has always been one of the most memorable kisses that I have ever had.

On my birthday I was alone, my daughter was in a play and I was drunk on reading Tom Robin’s “B is for Beer” with all those pheromone Fairies flying between us I called her and told her I loved her.

I never saw her again.