Yessir

Took the kids to the park. I still think it’s cool I get to be with them, even if it hurts when people think they’re mine.

Talked with the guy who lives across the street.

He’s a Navy seal. I had heard that from my friends, and had waved to him a few times, but hadn’t met him. His youngest comes over to play sometimes, and I said I didn’t mind, so my friends didn’t send him home when I got there.

I returned him after the park, and the kids ran into the backyard to play on the swing set.

We sat on the deck with the baby. He assumed I might not want to be in the sunshine, being so fair…

I think I swooned.

He is fascinating. He’s had such an interesting life and tells great stories. Curses worse than my mother, which is tough. I was glad the kids were close enough to watch, but not enough to hear.

When it was time to put the kids down, I left and headed back. With everyone asleep, I admit, I was sitting on the front stoop.  His oldest had the younger ones entertained. For some reason I was more talkative than usual, spilling secrets of what’s going on at home. Things none of our friends and family know. He listened, although, being a rather masculine male, felt the need to heckle my husband just a bit.

When I went in, I watched him walk across the street. Damn.

My phone has his number in it. Pretty ballsy on his part. I don’t know if it was when I was on his deck & changed the baby, or on the stoop and I didn’t notice.

I didn’t delete it.

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