weekend report

Naked People EVERYWHERE!

That would be the news headline, were there news people at the party LOL

There were alot more people than I expected this year, even though it was freakin COLD.

I got to play with that friend I’d mentioned. She hadn’t played much, so I took it easy on her *innocent smirk* Next time, though, heh…

I got so many compliments on my corset! I love it!

oh, and I got a diamond ring.

You may recall (or not) that last year, hubby & I went through some stuff, and on the other side of it was this new guy that I really REALLY liked. Over the year, he’s mostly stuck around, though stress tends to make him fold up into himself.

Last month, I asked him if he knew what August 12th was. He was clueless. I explained to him… he seemed to take it in stride. I emphasized… August 12th is more important to me than our anniversary, that’s the day I really got the man I wanted. I explained, yet again, how I hate that I have a different last name than my kids… that a 3rd is gonna be born w/a different name than me. It makes me nuts.

I explained I (again) wanted something….SOMETHING from him. If we’re not gonna get officially married, I wanted a commitment ceremony from him at least. Hell, we’ve been together 11 years; we’re already considered common-law married … I’ll just go get my name changed by the court, if he’d just give me that ONE THING. Ok, two things… I wanted some sort of ring, and the commitment ceremony. No one had to be there but us & our kids. Nothing big. Just for me. Still, apathy.

Well, yesterday, we pack up the car to head to the cottage. We’d rented one about 15 min from the party location because I suck at driving at night. First, he has me stop in town, gets out of the car. Asks me where the jewelry store is. I tell him, although now I’m completely flabergasted. We go there, he makes me wait outside. Then he finishes, we get back in the car, again heading to the cottage.

This time we have to stop at the market, ostensibly for groceries. No, he buys me a gigantic bouquet of flowers and an even bigger t-bone steak that he plans to cook for me when I get home from the party. Hmmmmm, just what IS going on?

 

 

 

We grab lunch and get to the cottage. The kids head outside to explore the playground, and we curl up on the bed and cuddle. It was such a nice wind-down. But I ask… “what’d you buy? Are you sure you want me to go? Do you think I’m gonna be able to concentrate on the party when I’m wondering what you bought??”

He doesnt’ say anything. Grrrr

men.

It’s ok though – I get ready for the party. I’m ready to go.

So then he says he wants to give me what he has for me. He has explained that if he’d let me know that he’d had planned to do this whole thing.. the gift, the flowers, the dinner… he knew I’d cancel my plans for the party and stay with him…. (Well DUH) He’s right – I would have.

He didn’t want me to because he knew I really wanted to go to this party. I did. He knows me too well, dammit.

So, he hands me this heart-shaped box, and of course, I open it. And instead of what I’m expecting, which is sort of a celtic knot kind of design or something or maybe some earrings, he’s giving me a diamond ring! O M G. My mind reels… I have no idea what it means. Tears come to my eyes, then to his. I’m just blown away.

Then, dammit, it’s time for me to leave. LOL The ring only fits on one of my fingers, which happens to be my left ring finger. And no, btw – it’s not an engagement ring , but ya know… he finally GETS it, and that’s what I wanted

So, I go to the party, get to see some old friends, make a few new ones. I got to play a little. Then I headed back to the cottage to be with my ma’an. He really did cook me that steak, at 11pm. LOL Then we made love by moonlight. What a weekend.