Drama at a Glance #14 - RR

So let's discuss R... like it's really a discussion and not one long myopic monologue ALL ABOUT ME :) 


I'm going to start by saying R has an amazing cock!  He thinks he's 5'8 1/2 but standing naked next to him in the mirror I am totally a half inch taller than him and I am officially 5' 8 1/2" tall... but whatever.  My point is that it doesn't matter how tall a man is.  Cocks - G's cock - is beautiful, thick, full and in 25 years of fucking he is the most amazing lover I've ever had in bed (in the car, on the desk.. you get my point).  He is MY 50 Shades and he surpasses that fictional 27 year old by a million miles and then some.  But I'm getting ahead of myself.  


Okay, so enough with the euphemisms and comparative statements to men who DO NOT EXIST.  Here's my recollection of R the person who DOES EXIST (even though he'll completely negate whatever I write here because he can't see it for himself).  


It's Sunday, February 19, at the Austin Dinner Club.  I am slightly anxious going to this "singles" soiree because I have zero idea what to expect and control is mildly important to say the least.  Will these guys be douche bags like the dumb ass from Starbucks?  Will they make a living?  Will they like ME???????


He sits to my right and his friend, the owner and matchmaker sits on his right.  They seem to have a connection of sorts but she's married and supposedly off the market.  So for two hours everyone goes around the table answering questions for the sake of making conversation and it's really just a mechanism for filtering out whether or not some guy or girl is a psycho or sponge-worthy, right?  Of course I'm right... as usual.  


So, R talks about his life pre-Austin when he was an actor in NY.  In his late 30's he realized that maybe that path wasn't going to pan out the way he hoped and what he wanted was to be in business for himself, to be married and have kids.  So he moved [back] to Texas to manifest the vision he saw for himself.  Except that the marriage thing didn't quite work out but hey, it either works or it doesn't for half of us, right?  Right, so 2 1/2 years or so post divorce  he's at the ADC.  


On this side of our relationship - temporarily halted if not permanently over - he will tell us that he's deeply insecure.  What I see that night four months ago is someone who is self-assured, confident, aware, funny, smart and relatable.  Maybe I was projecting or maybe he was acting looking back, but regardless I recall looking around the table thinking, yeah I got these bitches beat and I am SO GOING TO BE ASKED OUT BY Mr. R.  


I tell the "matchmaker" later the next day that I'm interested in R and she tells me he feels the same.  We talk mid week and make a date for a Friday at Tacos and Tequila.  Talking on the phone I feel an immediate connection, a warmth.  Never in a hundred years does it cross my mind he's "just looking for a piece of ass" like it does with others in the past.  


It's Friday in Austin late February.  While chilly, it's the brisk low humidity type of chilly that attracts people to central Texas.  The sun sets brightly over MoPac and I search for a parking spot near downtown.  I find a space and make my way to the packed T and T.  R is on his way so I find a spot at the bar and engage in conversation with a non-married pregnant couple at the bar.  Ten minutes in I spot him.  On the other side of the bar he makes his way around to me.  I see him looking over at us, at me... confident, happy.  I like him and seeing him like this makes me smile.  He is really just incredibly cute.  So, so cute.


You know, you can meet someone and agree to a date then second guess later whether it was appropriate to agree to another meeting.  When R came around the bar and eventually up to me I only ever thought that this felt right, normal and all the while exciting.  Time passes and at some point we are seated for dinner. 


It is a delicious night of one thousand conversations and oh how we laugh.  We laugh and every so often pause to breathe, looking into each other's eyes.  There it is... connection.  Connection with another.  We start breathing again.


I  want to talk all night but a commitment to the Bikram Challenge calls me and around midnight he walks me to my car.  In turn I drive him to his truck a few blocks away.  Parked on the side street he shifts in his seat, unbuckling his seatbelt.  We kiss and I arch to meet him, to melt into him.  My hands reach out tentatively to touch his chest, stomach.  I can't stop myself from kissing him.  He utters some goofy, juvenile comment, "I can't wait to get you in the sack" but I am SO NOT TAKEN ABACK.  I want this too and I wonder what protocol dictates before we can be together somewhere other than my car.