Posts tagged passion
Mickey aka SugarBear used Facebook to transition our colleague-ship to friendship and now a budding relationship. We met a little over two years ago. and I was instantly attracted to him, but I didn’t make any overtures. We both started working at Dish Network the same day. We frequently talked while in training then we went out to separate teams and had different schedules. We’d see each other on the floor occasionally, but our interactions were limited to small talk. Then about five months ago we was assigned to the same team.
We still didn’t have much interaction because we sat on opposite rows and our phone cord leashes kept us bound to a 2-3 foot radius. In September, we added each other on Facebook. He would occasionally like one of my wall posts, then he began randomly commenting on them. A seat opened up next to him and I was sick of butting heads with one of the women that sat near me, so I took the opportunity to move next to him. I think that was around the end of October. We started talking more. We subtlety flirted and we stood within inches of each other during team meetings. I began liking a few of his wall posts or making a comment here and there.
Nick’s cousin, Adam, has a crush on me. I’ve let him and Adam hang out at my house several times the past couple months or so. Adam’s dad owns the machine shop I worked at last August. I met Adam prior to that when Nick and I were dating.
I became somewhat close to Adam’s sister, Amanda, while I was working at the shop. She and Adam had constantly reassured me that they wouldn’t allow Nick to get me fired when the whole Tamara-Nick fiasco was going on last summer.
Nick has told me before that Adam usually likes skinny chicks, but he is attracted to me. I’m not usually one that seeks to convert men to wanting BBWs, unless I’m truly interested in someone that usually dates skinny or thin women.
From my experience, once a man is with a BBW he doesn’t revert back to his previous preferences. I’ve been told by men I “converted” that they like the attention BBWs give them, we typically appreciate them more than our skinny counterparts, we are great in bed, we aren’t superficial, we let them be themselves, and we tend to be better cooks.
I was listening to the radio on my way home from work last night and “My Sacrifice” came on. It has been me and Erick’s song for about seven years. Several months ago, he sent me a video clip of him in his car with that song playing on the radio. He was surprised they still play it. I figured I would send him a text message to see how he’s doing since we’re still friends. I told him about the song and he said they still play it there too and it always makes him think about me.
We texted each other for about three hours, during which we talked about several things, including sex (big surprise, right?). I had good intentions, but we ended up reminiscing about our past together. Among other things, he told me I’m more sexually compatible with him that anyone else he’s ever been with and he’d have sex with me anytime, regardless of who he’s dating. We ended up sexting (another big surprise, right?).
I’ve still been dating Greg a few times a month, but not having sex with him. I’ve also started getting closer to a couple more guys I’ve met recently. One was through some friends and the other one works with me. Things are still on the flirting level with the two new guys. Greg and I are in the comfort zone, and I’m not quite sure where things stand with Zane.
Things with Zane have cooled off a bit. We haven’t seen each other or spoken much the past two weeks because we have completely opposite schedules now. He’s only off on Tuesdays and the rest of the week he works 7pm – 4am. I’m off Friday and Saturdays, but work 10:45am-7:30ish the rest of the week. When he’s off I’m at work or sleeping and when I’m off he’s at work or sleeping.
Zane also has a lot of challenges to deal with right now: this whole pre-divorce thing, trying to get back on his feet financially due to being out of work for almost three months, and a moderately severe depressive episode. Apparently, he’s bipolar type 2. He was diagnosed after we lost touch before, I just found out a few weeks ago.
When Zane came over we discussed the situation with his future ex-wife. He told me things that I already know: it was his decision to separate and she still hopes they will reconcile. He says there is zero chance they will get back together and he told me not to pay attention to her petty attempts to goad me. He told me he is with exactly who he wants to be with: ME!
There was one thing that has been bugging me since we started dating. He was still wearing his wedding band. He had told me from day one that it was stuck on his finger and that was the only reason he was still wearing it. I had been awaiting the right moment to ask him to let me try to get it off. I finally felt the moment was right and I asked him. He gave me the chance without hesitation.
I took him to the kitchen and poured Dawn dish soap all over his finger and tried to get it off. My nails have gotten pretty long and I had a hard time so I yelled for Dudney to come help me and between the two of us we got it off. It was a huge victory for me and I was surprised by the relief I felt. He was thankful it was off and asked if he could throw it in the fireplace.
After that, we had incredible sex in the shower then the bed, and then we went back to the shower, and then back to my bed. We had sex for hours. We talked about much passion we have for each other and how much we enjoy spending time together. He left some very dark hickeys on my breasts and one on my neck… marking his territory apparently.