I woke up dancing. Okay, true, I often wake up dancing. But today, I woke up with a whole show. All I needed was some strobe lights, a DJ, and dancers to back me up. Last night, Dwayne took me to the moon. Heh, past the moon. He had me in Sixam, saying hey to all the aliens as I flew by. Sweet Watcher! I didn’t know my body could bend like that. Working out is paying off, heh.
The only reason I’m not still in bed going for round 37 (tee hee hee) is because my children will be home in a few hours, and I don’t want them walking in on that. I suffered that fate more times than I care to admit. My parents’ passionate moaning was my lullaby. I know my children are much older than I was and understand what woohoo is. Even so, I’d rather spare them on top of not being ready to introduce them.
But I didn’t have to kick Dwayne out right away, so I made us something fresh to eat for breakfast. He cleaned up, of course.
Despite me saying I wouldn’t continue thinking about the future, I can’t wait for us to do this again. Not just because the woohoo was out of this world, but I just enjoy being together like this. Just me and him. Being us, doing what we do, no matter how silly it may look to anyone else. He is my best friend.
We could be together more often, but I’m still nervous about my kids seeing us together. More than likely, they suspect us, but I need more time to get over it. This whole dating with children thing has thrown me for a loop on top of him being the man with whom I cheated on their father. I feel like I need to be considerate of their feelings even though this is my life and I can date whoever I choose.
In hindsight, I should have invited him over on Friday night so we could spend the entire weekend together because me and the kids will be out of town next weekend, I hope. Oh well. Dwayne gave me more than enough to daydream about for the next month.
