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What a great adventure I had mid-February! Vacationing in Colorado was a thrill – in more ways than one! First off I must apologize for the long absence and for the long diary entry this time. I must get my journal up to date and then make a vow to keep it current! ROB: Colorado was so awesome! I’d never been there before and I had a blast! Rob picked me up at the airport and we went to dinner at a cool pueblo style restaurant. Very rustic and southwestern. He lives outside of Denver a ways and the restaurant was on the way to his place. I was pretty tired since I’d worked all week and had some other issues that were stressing me out (see "JESSE" below) so we decided to call it a night after dinner and just head to his house. What a gorgeous place he has! I can see myself in this house – or something very similar! We have a lot in common so I knew I’d love his home. He insisted that I sleep in the guestroom that first night. Said he wanted me to get a good night’s rest. I thought it strange but sweet too. Not being presumptuous was a relief actually. After a nice talk by the fire with a glass of wine I was ready for bed and the down comforter on the carved 4 post bed was like heaven to me! I got up the next day early. It was still dark and I could smell coffee brewing so I got my running suit on and headed down to the kitchen. Rob was in his robe and had his back to me. I walked up to him and put my arms around him in a back-hug. He smelled of soap and coffee – I sighed as I inhaled. It felt good to be here. Rob turned around and returned the hug. "How did you sleep?" "Great, I love that bed. You really know how to make a girl feel welcome," I said taking the mug of coffee from his hand and setting it aside. I looked deep into his eyes and saw a flicker of desire. I looked longingly at his lips, the invitation I hoped he’d been waiting for. He bent down slightly and kissed me deeply. We made out in the kitchen for a couple of minutes and finally broke free when the phone rang. I could tell it was a client, which was okay since it was Friday and technically a workday. I got myself a cup of coffee and sat on the couch enjoying the view while he finished up the call. "I’m sorry" he said when he joined me on the couch a few minutes later. "I promise that once we get on the road this afternoon, there will be no more work calls. But until then, I do have a few things to take care of. I’m going to take you into town to the ski shop so you can get outfitted with your gear and when I pick you up, we’ll be on our way." I kissed his forehead and went back to my room to get my bag. The guy in the ski shop knew the drill. He had coats and pants and skis and boots all ready for me to try on. Rob was good at guessing my size and style because it didn’t take long at all to get geared up. I wondered how many ladies this ski shop owner had outfitted for Rob. It’s weird to think these things, I know but I couldn’t help it. Rob’s a great looking bachelor living in an awesome area and he invited me for a visit, I’m sure he’s done it before. The trip to Breckenridge was really nice. It was snowing lightly and it was dusk when we arrived. We were staying in a great lodge and I was excited to hit the slopes the next day. It’s been years since I’ve skiied, but I was still looking forward to it. We ate dinner in the lodge restaurant by the big stone fireplace and played a game of chess afterwards. We took a walk in town with all the lights glittering on the snow. When we got back to the lodge we decided to take a soak in the hot tub. No one was in it so we snuggled together and talked about all sorts of things. We were a comfortable couple. Lots in common and enjoyed each other’s company. I just was wondering if there was much of a passionate connection though. I thought for sure that we’d have had sex the night I arrived. No. Then perhaps the next morning – no again. Here we were half-naked and although I really wanted sex I was starting to worry that Rob wasn’t really attracted to me. I remembered our last encounter. Delicious. Why hadn’t he made a move then? All of a sudden he stood up and said, "We should think about going upstairs soon. We have a big day tomorrow and I don’t want us to be too tired to ski." What the hell? Did he mean that we’re still not having sex so we can be energized for a long day of skiing? Or did he mean that we should go up now, early in the evening so we can have a good round of sex and then a great night’s sleep for the long day of skiing? I didn’t need to worry because once we got inside our room, Rob came alive. He started kissing me right at the door and peeling my sweater off. Jeez, I thought. So suddenly he’s going to town when I’ve been with him for 24 hours by now. Whatever, I just went along with it. We ended up on the living room floor with the fireplace as a backdrop. The sex was as tasty as it was the last time. Rob is skilled at foreplay and by the time he entered me, I was ready to explode. It was definitely worth the wait! I was surprised when he became hard just a few minutes later while we were lying there catching our breath. "Do you want to go again?" he asked. My answer was to hop on top of him so that I could have some control this time. So the next day we had a fantastic time skiing together and after lunch we went upstairs to "nap" and after Rob went to sleep I posted my note to Vox that I was on vacation and would write more later. The rest of the trip was much the same as Saturday. Skiing, napping, eating and walking. It was such a great time. I was really relieved to see Rob get over his shyness or whatever it was the first 24 hours we were together. The passion is alive and well in us and I can see us having a great long-distance romance. At least for a while. I don’t intend to get serious with him and if those feelings start to come, we’ll have to end it because an "exclusive" long-distance relationship is not what I want. It’s one thing to have a mutual attraction and see each other occasionally and it's quite another to try to sustain an actual relationship on those terms. My beloved Greg was wise enough to know that we would end up hurting each other if we tried to do it that way – so he broke it off with me permanently as difficult as it was to do! Okay so now on to JESSE: I must go way back for this one. As you might recall, I suspected something odd in Jesse’s wife’s behavior when I found my business card in her file with my note to Jesse written on the back! Jesse was due back in town on February 3rd. He knew we needed to talk – he just didn’t know what about until we met. So on that Sunday we met for breakfast at the restaurant by the marina. He came up to me and gave me a big hug. "I’m so glad we can meet today. I’ve missed you so much, D." I was standoffish because I knew he’d blow a gasket once he heard what I had to say: "I have some really bad news, Jesse." His expression changed and I dreaded the further changes it’d take on before I was done. "I’m just going to come out and say it. Your wife is my client. At least she was till I terminated her" "WHAT?!" "She called me a few months back seeking nutritional advice so I took her on as a client" "Did you know who she was when you took her on?" "Yes. Let me finish before you completely lose it. She came to me and told me all kinds of things about you and her and how this baby was going to bring you back to her. I felt sorry for her. She said you two were working it out. I believed her and that’s why I treated you the way I did. I’m sorry. A couple weeks ago she called and told me she was in the hospital having problems with the baby. I didn’t hear back from her ever again and I thought she must’ve lost the baby and isn’t feeling up to calling anyone." "She’s not pregnant, Dayna. How many times do I have to tell you – she’s making it all up to get back at me!" "I think I know that now. Again, I’m so sorry. So I thought she wasn’t going to call me anymore and I was cleaning my office and found my business card in her file. Only it wasn’t one I gave her. It’s one I gave YOU – last summer! With my phone number on the back! The only thing I can think of is that she got it at your place and called me to come between us." "No shit, Sherlock! I told you she’s crazy. I told you she’s relentless. Why did she stop calling you? Did she figure she wasn’t ‘showing’ and you’d figure out her lie?" "I think it’s cause I told her about my upcoming trip to Colorado to visit a firend that got her to back off. I guess she figured her work was done, that you and me were through." "Well she got that part right! How could you take on my WIFE, Dayna? Do you know how betrayed I feel right now? You put your love of health and wellness before your feelings for me! And to help the enemy! Why couldn’t you believe me that she was evil? I tried to tell you so many times!" "Jesse, I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I don’t know what I can do to make it right. Please believe me when I tell you that I wish I’d done things differently. I made a mistake. Please let me be your friend again. I promise I’ll never mistrust you again." "That’s just it, Dayna. I don’t trust YOU anymore. Please don’t call me. I need time to think about what you’ve done. Goodbye, Dayna. Try to stay out of trouble." And he walked out. Leaving me to feel like a complete shit. He wouldn’t side with me at all. Not even a tiny bit. I’d hoped he’d forgive me and tell me that it was all Karen’s fault. That she’d duped me and played us both. I knew that it wasn’t going to be the last time that I talked to Karen. She owed me an apology and one to Jesse too. She deserved to be in the nut house for faking a pregnancy to get back at him. I didn’t know what to do so I went home and got on the treadmill. I ran 8 miles before I stopped. I took a shower. I made coffee. I listened to my voicemail and then cried after I heard Jesse’s message: "Dayna, I’m on my way to meet you at the restaurant. I’m so excited to see you and can’t wait to tell you how I feel. By the time you hear this message you’ll know I’m tired of us being apart and want to figure out a way to be together. I’m looking forward to proving this to you every day. See you soon, D." Shit!
I’m exhausted and so glad it’s the weekend! The last couple of days have really gotten to me. And I have to say that I’m relieved that Jesse is tied up on a problem job and asked for a rain check for the train trip. I can’t face him right now. Thursday I had my session with Karen – Jesse’s wife. She told me stuff that made me want to slap the crap out of him. He was always coming home late, breaking plans and leaving her alone. She suspected an affair. She thought that having a baby would be the ticket to their marriage. He’d be a good dad if he’d make the time to stick around and a kid would make him want to, right? Every time she was pregnant and lost the baby, he’d stay things to her that were unfeeling – it wasn’t meant to be, maybe it’s better this way, etc. Then last spring she told him how unhappy his behavior had made her over the last few years and she wanted to go to counseling and he said no, let’s just put this thing out of it’s misery and moved out the next day. (the story he told me was much different – she wanted to leave him) So over the summer she tried to reconcile with him, telling him she’d do anything to get him to come home and he wouldn’t even return her calls. In October she said he showed up on her doorstep and told her he was sorry for being so mean, would try to be nicer and was there to get some of his things. Somehow she got him to sleep with her and although she thought it would be the road to recovery, he called her the next day and told her what a big mistake it was and that it was definitely over – he was consulting an attorney to get the divorce started. She had of course gotten pregnant that time they had sex. Now he didn’t want anything to do with her, told her she’s making it all up and to get lost. I was pretty upset by this story because it did in fact contradict everything he’s told me about their break up and the relationship they now had. I couldn’t help but believe her when there was no reason for her to lie to me – I was her coach. Okay, so I met Rob downtown in the lounge of his hotel. We had a great time at dinner and at the comedy show and then we headed back to the hotel for some dancing in the club there. About 11:30 Rob asked me to come up to his room for a nightcap. I remembered the last time we shared a nightcap in his room at the conference and how difficult it was for me to leave his side. I am not naïve and I knew what would happen if I accepted his invitation for that drink in his room. Part of me wanted to go to spite Jesse and then I thought, "what is up with that? – Jesse doesn’t deserve even spiteful feelings from me – the lying ass!" Besides, it’d been a LONG time since I’d had sex and this guy was ready and willing and so gorgeous! We were in his room and Rob got us a drink from the mini bar. We sat side by side on the couch drinking our drinks and having small talk. He got up to put our glasses on the dresser and took my hand for me to stand as well. He started kissing me – he is a great kisser! He started to undo the buttons on my blouse and then kissed my neck and down to my breasts, which were still in my bra. He came back up to my mouth and his hands were on my ass and thighs, lifting my skirt. He guided me to the bed and I sat down. Kneeling down, he unzipped my boots and took them off. He started caressing my calves and then ran his tongue the length of my right leg, zip-zagging from the front to the inner thigh. He reached my crotch and teased my lips with his tongue, through my panty hose. It felt absolutely delicious. Then he was pushing me up on the bed, my head getting closer to the headboard as he slowly peeled my panty hose off. I reached back and undid the button and zipper on my skirt and pushed it off as well. He got on the bed, sort of next to me and removed my top and bra then he slithered down the length of me and started to eat me. I squirmed with delight. He was good at what he was doing. His fingers were inside me and then his tongue and then his hands were on my ass cheeks, getting good leverage and his face ground into my twat. I arched my back and came with great force. I let out a cry as he stood up and tore his clothes off. He was back on me before the convulsing stopped inside my pussy. He laid his rock hard cock on my belly and I started to stoke it, easing him toward my tits. He put his huge manhood between them and he started to rock forward as I pushed my tits together, my nipples were so hard they hurt. A few minutes of this and Rob exploded all over my chest and neck. He rolled over onto his side and let out a huge sigh. I got up to get a towel and when I got back Rob was snoring. Wow, I didn’t know a quick romp like the one we had could knock it out of a guy. I got dressed and left his room as quietly as I could. So now it’s Saturday and instead of the train trip with Jesse, I’m mulling over the last few days. Rob called me on Friday to apologize for falling asleep. He was tired from the business trip and admitted that he had drunk too much when we got back to the hotel from the comedy show. I told him there was no problem, I actually had a really good time and that the things we did were totally sexy and would have me thinking about the next time he was in town. Then he asked me to come to Colorado in a few weeks and I said I would. I have a good feeling about us. We’re having fun together and that’s what I need right now. As for Jesse, he did call me to make a new date and I ignored the call, letting it go to voicemail.
Hi ~~ My name is Dayna and I've never written a blog before. I figured it was time to let others in on my adventures. I doubt I'll ever write a novel of my life story but somehow I want people to get a glimpse of me. I have a fantastically fun life -- you'll see :)
I'll be 35 in a few weeks. They say it's the new 25. I hope it's better cause I wasn't too great 10 years ago. Shy, quiet chunky and kinda homely. I'm a late bloomer I guess. I didn't go to my 10-year reunion. I didn't have an interest in seeing anyone - well I did but I didn't fancy anyone seeing me.
Last summer my high school boyfriend found me on a class mates web site. He wondered where I've been. Been thinking of me, etc. I haven't gone too far from my hometown, but far enough away that I don't see anyone from those days very often.
Anyway, Jesse found me and it took me a few days to email him back. I did and it started a ball rolling. We emailed back and forth for sometime and then he asked to call me. I wondered even then if it was such a hot idea. I let him call me and then a lot of other stuff happened. We'd been having a flirt thing on email for a few weeks and then the phone calls got us to thinking we should meet. For lunch, during the day, in a public place. You get the picture.
Now I haven't seen him since we were 22 or 23. Back then we looked a lot like we did when we dated all junior year in high school. I ran into him at a bar. He was alone and I was with my (jealous) boyfriend at the time so we didn't get to reminiesce too much. Well my boyfriend, Jake, decided to pick a fight with me and leave me there with a few of my girlfriends which egged me on to check out what Jesse'd been up to. So we had a few beers together, played some games of darts and he drove me home. I lived with some room mates in a big house and was able to sneek in without them asking a bunch of questions. So me and Jesse were watching tv and started to make out. He was all over the idea of us having "grown up sex" (not the fumbling teenager sex we had at 17) As much as I thought it'd be fun - I refused because I didn't want him to think he was my boyfriend afterwards. Too bad there was no such thing as "friends with benefits" 13 years ago! We continued to run into each other for a few months but nothing ever happened because of my fear of him wanting to be my boyfriend. I was getting out of one thing with Jake and didn't want to get into another one.
Okay, so now it's back to this year. We got together for lunch, right? Remember I said I wasn't much to write home about a few years back? I've been on the work-out, eat right scene for a while and have changed A LOT since Jess last saw me 13 or so years ago. I told him I'd be wearing a red top and sitting in the back of the restaurant's bar. I arrived early so I could be waiting for him. I was working on a client's profile and had my head down when he walked over.
(I'm a CCN - certified clinical nutritionist - and do wellness coaching. I'm self-employed so I can easily leave my office for lunch anytime I want to)
Oh yeah, Jesse walked over to me and startled me cause I was deep in thought. "Dayna?" I looked up and he smiled when he finally recognized me in that grown up, fit body I now have.
So he looked really good and we smiled a lot throughout that meal. Small talk: how's work? what exactly do you do for work? do you want to see my boat?
WHAT?!
"I have a 40 foot boat moored at the marina. Do you want to go see it?" "Now?" "Yeah, unless you're busy" "Well I thought you had to get back to work" (that was my safety net for this lunch meeting)
"I run the jobs, Dayna. I can take the afternoon off"
"Let me think about this for a minute" I said and headed for the ladies' room.
Geez, it WAS a nice Friday afternoon. Fall was coming so days like that were limited and I really didn't have much left to do for the week that couldn't wait. But this was JESS - he looked great and he wanted to show me his boat.
So what's the hold up, Dayna? You're single, he's single. Aha! I remember now. He might think he's my boyfriend if I go with him on his boat. Hmmm...is this the Losers Only Club? Dated freaks and once upon a time married a big loser. A decent guy has no place with me. Well maybe once a few years back but that didn't work out.
I decided to take this on. What the hell? Didn't I regret all those years ago that there was no such thing as friends with benefits? Haven't I been wondering what grown up sex with Jesse would be like?
HOLD IT! It's just a trip to the marina to see his boat. Better not get ahead of myself. Maybe he's gay now or has a girl he hasn't told me about. Why would going to see his boat equal sex with Jess?
I came back to the table and told Jess I'd come see his boat if he gave me a little time to finish up some work stuff. He gave me the slip number his boat was in and then rose to leave.
"It's just my boat you're coming to see, Dayna. You shouldn't over-analyze it" he said with that wicked, crooked, half smile of his.
I finished the client thing, closed my laptop and ordered a glass of wine (liquid courage) My mind wandered back to that night we were alone together after the bar.
"Come on D, don't you think this could be an amazing night? I'm much better than I was when we dated. Hell I was a virgin back then, I HAVE to be better dontcha think?"
I mumbled something about Jake and being faithful to him - he was my boyfriend even if he did just ditch me at the bar.
"That guy doesn't deserve you. You're funny and smart and a lot friendlier than he is. You should break it off with him. Call him now so you can unpack your guilt trip bags and let me take you somewhere much nicer"
Funny and Smart? What about Gorgeous and Sexy? I think that had a little to do with why I didn't take him up on his offer that night - that and the fear he'd consider himself my boyfriend - and I know it had a lot to do with why I took the path I did. That and marrying a bum who refused to eat right, partied all the time and whose idea of exercise was walking to the car to go rent a movie.
I married Trent when I was 25 and divorced him right before I turned 30. It was my birthday gift to myself. A new decade and a new me. I joined a gym, went on an eating plan and started jogging 3 times a week.
That's when I met Greg. He was a bronze God. Totally fit, muscles so fine and a gorgeous head of hair. He was my trainer. He taught me to work out properly, taught me to eat right and taught me how to use my body in a very passionate way. We went on hiking trips, vacations to sunny locales and contemplated living together. He encouraged me to go back to school, to do something in the fitness or health field. We were together when I graduated from my courses with my degree and he helped me set up my business.
And then he broke my heart. Not by falling for someone else. Not by turning evil. But by being his wonderful, ambitious self. He'd decided to move to Florida and pursue his career. He'd been hired to train some body builders in a big competition. And there'd been some buzz at Muscle and Fitness for him to write a column for them. Beautiful and Smart. So why didn't I go with him? He never asked. He knew I wouldn't go. I love it here and my whole family is here. I couldn't. I shouldn't. I wanted to. He never asked. Sigh...
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So I tried to talk myself out of the marina thing on the way to the marina. I have clients that need attention. I have yardwork to do. I have a cat to feed. I have calls to make. I have dinner plans with Mel. Oh, good! I have dinner plans! Whew! That will get me out of staying long. Just a quick tour of the boat and I'm gone.
The phone rang. It was Mel. Her kids both came down with a cough and runny nose. Can she get a rain check on dinner? Omen? Hmm...
I parked my car and walked down the dock to the slip. I didn't have to look far cause there was Jesse standing right next to her. His boat was named Darling Dana. I gasped out loud when I saw the lettering. Jesse chuckled. "She was already named when I bought her. It was one of the reasons I decided on her." "Not spelled the same" I said lamely, butterflies in my stomach.
She was gorgeous. A beautiful cabin cruiser with a good sized galley and bedroom under the bow. The deck in front of the captain's seat was perfect for sun-bathing. The sun was starting to sink a little and the late summer air had a bit of fall in it. I clutched at my arms and rubbed the goose bumps.
"Want a jacket?" "No, I can't stay long" "Too bad cause I was just about to open this bottle of wine and I hate to drink it all myself" "I'm sure you'll manage just fine. If you can't drive home, you can sleep right here"
Shit! Why did I have to reference the sleeping quarters? Was I mad?
He smiled as he opened the wine, poured two glasses and handed me one.
"Let's take a spin around the bay. We'll only be twenty minutes or so" Jesse said as he started the engine. What else could I do but sit back, relax and take in the pink and orange sky as we cruised around the little bay.
We dropped anchor somewhere in the middle and sat on the deck together. Jesse had given me a fisherman's sweater of his that was too big but was so warm and cozy. That's when he told me about his wife. He'd been married for almost as long as we hadn't seen each other. Karen was her name. She hated the boat (not because of the name) She hated his job and the long hours he kept. She hated that they didn't have kids. She loved the look on his face when she told him she was leaving him. That was in the spring so he was only a few months into it. She didn't want anything but the house so he actually was sleeping on the boat at least until he decided what to do.
I don't know what got into me. Maybe the wine, maybe the warm, yummy sweater, maybe the sunset, maybe Jesse's vulnerability. I don't know but it had me feeling funny.
What do you think happened next?
