My Brit Ramble

The only thing predictable about him is his nightly phone call around the 10 o'clock hour. It's 9:36 PM now and I can guarantee I have about 20 minutes to finish this thought. His smooth baritone voice relaxes my mind...actually lulls me to sleep sometimes. He doesn't speak in sentences, but in poem sonnets....seductive, tantalizing, but not too naughty...only a step over traditional charming. And when he gets excited to express a feeling or tell a tale, he picks up the pace, his British accent and London lingo working overtime, forcing giggles out of me. It's like he's spinning me around with nothing but a a silk scarf ...a crazy powerful whirlwind I can't spin out of. But it's light, soft and sassy.

I'm not even going to lie...I'm smitten. When we met on the vineyard, I thought he needed directions or something. Hey, I hardly discriminate. I'm all about the tall, vanilla tan, blonde and blue eyed stallions, but they are not the gems I usually attract. He's different and that's what drew me in. I was curious to get the answer to why me? And answer he did. I talk back and speak my mind. I'm uninhibited without showing any skin. He sees what's in the glass jar, but is patiently waiting for me to tap the lid from the inside first - to let him open easy. OK, so the gifts don't hurt but it's not even all about the money. It's the freedom it allows him to have; it's his attention to detail, the lack of laziness and intoxicating confidence. That's what gets me. He listens to every word and then acts accordingly. How refreshing to talk to a man who is clear and focused and so sure of what he wants. And right now, he wants me. No excuses, no reasons to duck and dodge, no bullshit.

I just got off the phone with him. "I want to court you, have fun with you and see what happens. No pressure or stress, no rules or regulations", he says. Just asked if he could be fortunate enough to be close to me for as long as I enjoy his company. Ahhh, poetry, I tell you.

He wants to continue with Halloween weekend in NY. There's a costume party that he's been invited to and knows I will love his friends. I can't remember the last time I was in NY for trick or treat. And I guess that should be the title of the weekend. Am I being tricked or treated? My grandma always said, nothing is ever perfectly polished...there gotta be some bumps, scuffs and dings in his whip. But you know what, I have my seat belt on, so I'm just going to enjoy the ride and see where I get off.

-c