Pastor Loves Ashby

October15, 2011

So.... we're back together. And it feels wonderful. I think it's going to be different this time.

We went to Rum Bar and had a pitcher of mojitos. We talked for hours and then we went for dinner. And after dinner, he turns to me and says, would you consider a sleep over.

I was stunned. This was not how I thought the conversation would go down. It took a long time to process. But eventually I said, "We've done this once. It didn't go so well."

No, it didn't, he agreed. "But I'm in a different place."

We talk about the wedding ring (it's not his wedding ring any more. He had her ring welded into his ring and he wears it on a different hand. "It's a nice piece of jewelry.")

I tell him that I can't do the thing where we start this back up and then two days later he tells me he feels like we cheated. Or that he isn't sure this is what he wants. He tells me we can sleep on it.

I say that's fine. But I know what I want. And if he's on board, we should the get the check.

We get the check.

We go home.

And the night was wonderful. I mean, clearly he had a little too much to drink. There were some technical difficulties. But, honestly, he was so affectionate. And it was totally comfortable. (Who would have known that a Pastor had such a dirty mind?) We woke up this morning and it just felt wonderful. Until he got sick. So I got dressed and asked if I should leave, but he asked me to get back in bed and we spent the next two hours in snuggling. Well, maybe more than snuggling.

 I've decided that Saturday mornings are my very favorite hours of the week.

This does feels different. I know what I want. And it feels like he wants me. It's nice to be wanted.