Here endeth the dry spell

Chicken quesadillas and a glass of red wine because there are no rules. My situationship and I unexpectedly broke up in January after 6 months. And it hurt like hell. I cried for weeks. I think I may have actually loved him a little bit. Since then, I haven't gone out with anybody. Felt like I might not ever want to go out with anyone again. The idea of getting to know somebody new was so exhausting. Then a friend of a friend messaged me on Facebook. We talked for a week and some change, and we went on our first date Saturday. We had a nice lunch with deep talks and hand holding and flirting. Then he asked permission before kissed the bejesus out of me in the car while we waited out a rainstorm. We made out like teenagers, instead of divorced people in their mid-40s. He asked to come over that night after plans with his family. I said, let's wait, and not rush anything. Sunday morning, I woke up immediately wanting to see him and texted him to come over that afternoon. Y'all. This man knocked the Mario coins out of me eight times over the course of the next 15 hours, with dinner, movies, and a little sleep in between. It's 2 days later, and my thighs, my abs, and my arms are still sore. It feels like my body has always known his. He's taking me to dinner tomorrow night. I think we have a crush on each other.