Suite LillyBelle

What's the worst date you've ever been on? Here's mine: it started out nice as you might expect. I was at a friends' place for dinner and we had decided to meet up for a few minutes since he lived nearby. I walked over to his car. I looked really nice. He didn't roll down his window. Wtf? Maybe I was scary? I knocked. He waited & then rolled down the window. He was soo handsome. I'm not usually attracted to the cowboy type. He got out. Quick hug. I tapped my (face)cheek with my index finger, hinting that I wanted him to plant one on me right there. He obliged...soo sweet. Ciao. He was moving almost 100 miles away. We occasionally flirted on line. He invited me over. I reiterated that I wasn't going to have s*x with some pretty stranger. My gut was comfortably quiet & at peace. The not so fun part: he kept himself busy feeding his chickens...some special expensive breed. He washed dishes, tidied up (it was already clean), he kept checking the squirrel traps...he didn't want them eating his chicken feed. He caught several squirrels during my visit. He took them into the garage to shoot them with his 22. He didn't want to frighten the neighbor kids by killing the squirrels out in the open. How thoughtful. I was getting upset that he wouldn't just sit with me & talk. He finally sat & talked with me after he made us dinner. He wanted to sit across from me. I wanted to sit next to him... it's a comfort thing. I insisted. What was I looking for? That was something I might have been comfortable disclosing, had we worked up to it in conversation. I went with the truth. Idk what I'm looking for but I do know what I don't want: a hook-up, anything casual. I slept in his bed. It smelled nice, like him. He slept on the couch...a perfect gentleman. He was to wake up at 4 to feed the chickens. Can't you put that s**t on a timer? Who the f**k wants to wake up in the cold lucern valley morning, dark & early to feed chickens? Not me. Apparently, Don didn't want to either. I woke around 6 or 7 & he was still asleep on the couch. I sat at his feet & waited for him to wake up. I wanted so badly to smash up between him & the back of the couch but there's no way that would have remained "non casual". That day went the same. He kept himself busy feeding chickens, killing squirrels, cleaning up his already clean house. Wtf? He got a call. Took it outside around the back and out of earshot. He came back claiming that his daughter wanted him to take her shopping so he had to cut our date short.
He hated California. Couldn't wait to leave. I love California. I never want to leave. Nothing in common but our mutual attraction to each other.
I moved to Kansas for 1.5 yrs. Then I moved back to CA just a few miles from Lucern. I could swear I saw Don recently at a nearby grocery or something. Maybe I am attracted the cowboy type? I can't be! I hate most country music, killing cute furry little squirrels & perhaps even feeding chickens :)

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