#44

He was an interesting choice for me. He was a vanilla hippy type. Long blonde hair, maybe 34...I was 26. He was studying forestry and he was an amazing singer and in a local singing group

He was seeing me and two other women.

I really liked him as a person and he was a great vanilla lover and "boyfriend".

We had tried to go camping one night, forgotten the tent, and ended up at this really quaint B&B instead. I remember we'd gone to the store to get wine that evening and the sky that night was absolutely stunning...it looked like sunrise and sunset at the same time and I remember standing there in his arms looking at it. We went back to the B&B, took a bath together in the big claw foot tub, got drunk, fucked way too loud for a B&B. He wasn't into anal but he accidentally slid in there and kept going that night. I remember the next morning at breakfast, the other couples with that knowing look as they'd certainly heard us fucking.

We'd been at my place one day and I just felt restless. I drove us up an old logging road and we fucked on the hood of my car under a full moon.

We'd gone up a logging road one day and he made me get out and smell a Ponderosa Pine tree...it smelled like vanilla and I so surprised. We fucked in my car on the side of the road.

He introduced me to Dark Side of the Moon.

We did a lot of dinner, wine, music, and fucking (in that order).

I really loved the vanilla side of our relationship (probably my favorite vanilla relationship).

But he knew I needed the other and so I was seeing another guy openly at the time because I needed that. I remember after I'd spent a refreshing day with that guy, talking about it with MK and him trying to understand.

The day after our dinner, win, music, fucking nights, we'd wake up in the morning and have coffee. He had a ridiculously comfortable old couch on his porch and in the northwest, even in the summer, the mornings can be cold so we'd snuggle under a blanket, I'd often journal while he read. It was just nice.

I did love him as a person but knew we weren't right for each other. He never said it but man, he'd look at me in this way that drove me insane because his eyes said it...I used to tell him not to look at me like that...it bothered the fuck out of me.

I'd moved away from him for work after we'd started dating and I continued to see him for quite a while after but eventually, we just drifted apart.