After being home for a day, THE CARPENTER asked me out on an official date. I invited him to my place, and he kissed and squeezed me as I cooked. After dinner, we went to a local diner for dessert and then sat in the car in front of my place, fumbling over whether he ought to stay over. He did.
The next morning, we talked about his ex. They'd broken up a few months before, and I'd heard all about the messiness through the grapevine. She & I are in the same professional circle, and I knew she was, uh...intense. He feared she would be upset about his 'new relationship.' I quickly added that we were just getting to know eachother, so there'd be no need to go public with this affair. It could just be a fun spring fling, right?
A month later, the sex got a little less like lovemaking, and alot more like fucking on my dining room table (and his back porch, and against any wall that'd hold me). We spent a lot of time together - cooking, listening to records, and finally started to go public with the affair in certain circles.
Over Memorial Day weekend, he asked me to meet him under the buckeye tree at a nearby park, where he greeted me with lilacs and told me he liked me, a statement neither of us had made until then. We sat under the starless city sky, blind to the impending wrath of MEDUSA.
