Let’s Talk About Sex: Multiple Orgasms

For me, making love is an all day thing.  Its all about prolonged foreplay…sweet notes, stealing kisses, calling and sending naughty comments and/or pics.  I’ve written about the “crying orgasm” but what about multiple orgasms?  For me, its all a mind thing…my body follows my mind not the other way around.  And sometimes, I think I stop myself for whatever reason. Sometimes, I just don’t let my guard down to be fully in the moment.  So if I’m stressed or something, I just can’t get to Big O number 2, 3…you get the picture.  I just think I am more likely to have more intense lovemaking when all my senses have been aroused for a period of time.  .  Yes, I know I’m a lot of work…but thank God my gf can handle it!

So I guess the question is when it comes to multiple orgasms is it common for you? Are there any “roadblocks” that impede progress?  Just wondering if others share the same thought process I have or if its totally different.

Going To The Chapel…

Some girls have a vision of what their wedding will be like by the age of 5, I am not one of those girls.  I never had any grand vision of a wedding nor any of the minute details all figured out.  I am acutally more concenred about maintaining a happy and healthy marriage than a huge overdone wedding.

Having said that, as it become more and more likely that the gf and I will “tie the knot”.  I have been thinking a lot about it.  While I am still not a fan of the huge over the top wedding, I realize that I want something that is very personal and reflects both of our personalities.  A celebration that we will be proud of and remember always. 

So my question to you is, have you thought at all about your wedding/committment ceremony? If so, what must you have and what can you live with out?

Guest Post: What’s a “Real Lesbian”?

Alright, ya’l l are in for a treat. Did I just say ya’ll?   I’ve been in Virginia for too long! Anyhow, I asked and Ms. Glennisha Morgan accepted the invitation to be a guest blogger on my blog. YAY!  I love Glennisha’s candid writing style, so I am happy that she is gracing my blog with her presence!  Glennisha choose the topic and little did I know that it would hit so close to home for me.  Read and comment, but don’t forget to visit Glennisha’s blog at http://glennishamorgan.wordpress.com.
Thank’s Glennisha!

What’s a “Real Lesbian”?

I had a friend of mine’s girlfriend tell me that she didn’t think she was really a lesbian. She stated that she felt this way because my friend was the only woman that she’d been with and that she didn’t have any other lesbian friends. I responded to her by telling her that being a lesbian has nothing to do with experience or how many lesbian friends you have. feel like it’s all about how you feel and whom you’re attracted to. Also, you would never hear a straight person say that they didn’t feel straight because of their lack of experience or straight friends.

I myself have only had 1 girlfriend and that was during high school so it was nothing serious at all. In fact I’ve just recently came out about 90% at the age of 23. As far as the amount of lesbian friends I have, I can count on one hand. Does that make me any less of a lesbian than someone who has per say a ton of lesbian friends ? Or someone who has had many girlfriends? I don’t think so. And what about the lesbians who’ve only had one girlfriend but, for a substantial amount of years? Are they less of a lesbian than those who’ve had many girlfriends? I don’t think so.

The people whose lesbianism I question are the women who occasionally have sex with men but, don’t want to identify as bisexual. What do you think?

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Do You Believe in Love Part 2

About a week or so ago I posted Do You Believe in Love.  I appreciate all the feedback and comments which I truly take into great consideration.  The next day my gf sent me an email basically saying how she felt inadequate, like she wasn’t pulling her load.  She felt beat up by circumstances and she wants to do so much more for me but can’t.  She basically felt like I didn’t need her, I guess she felt like she added no value to my life (nothing could be further from the truth).  Hence, why she said the things she did.

I was so thankful that she let me in on how she was really feeling.  Now, I understand. Now we are working ont it.  She has a plan and she has been working her booty off and really making strides.  I told her I love her regardless and that her love was all I need and want.  Of course, she still is going to do what she needs to get to get to where she needs to be for her and for us.  I can’t stress enough how glad I am that she opened up to me.

Some may wonder why do I feel the way I do, why I don’t just let go.  Well, I guess it’s because I fell in love with her when I was 16.  The first time I ever saw her, my heart stopped.  My First Lesbian Love Story sums our story up.  I never forgot about her, all these years, and I never forgot.  Always remembered her bday, her laugh, her scent…wondered how she was and where she was.  10 years later, she emails me.  Turns out she searched for me and despite many false starts she finally found me.  Her persistence paid off because after emailing me through multiple sources (reunion.com, myspace, etc…) I responded…it took me 9 months, but I responded.  And when I saw her again, I just knew…and well, the rest is history as they say.  I remember when I was young, my parents had a plaque that read “if you love something, set it free. it if comes back to you, it is yours…if it doesn’t, it never was”.  She came back to me…

So, we are taking it day by day and building our life together.  I am so very happy and very in love and putting all of me into us.  It takes me not being afraid to trust, risking loving and loosing the person I love, placing my heart in her hands hoping she won’t break it.  This means I am not trying to control everything or always have the final say.  We both have our hang ups that we are working on because we both want to make this work.  So I just wanted to give an update on where things stood with us.  It’s hard to really say how I’m feeling, but these two songs gist it very well…

Let Them Eat Cake!

We had a great Easter, we I cooked a wonderful dinner.  I made mac and cheese, potato salad (I out did myself this time), a brown sugar glaze for the ham, a sweet potato pie, chocolate cupcakes (for the kiddies) and cake.  My baby heated up the ham, made some sweet potatoes and heated up some rolls.  It was all soo good!  I took a picture of the pie, I drizzled some chocolate on the plate (for presentation purposes) and I made some mocha mouse.  The pie has a graham cracker crust, which was store brought, next time I will make my own.  The crust was OK, not great…I can do better.

Friday was a tough night, there was a spat between the gf and I that really could have broke up up for good.  I think when you know you have the one, there is something that just keeps you together and every obstacle makes us stronger in our relationship.  Though not perfect, we are committed to each other and our relationship.  Plus, I am learning a lot about myself and how I can be a contributor to strife.  It is always so much easier to the point the finger at someone else.  But for me, I am learning about the unconscious (and some conscious )things that I do that don’t help a situation.  But anyway, all is well and my gf brought up the topic of marriage again.   Which leads me to the topic at hand, cake!  Okay, okay, what does marriage have to do with cake?  Well, nothing other than the fact that people have cakes at weddings.  And while when I think marriage there are other things I associate with that word, for some reason cake is in the top 5.

If I were to get married, I would be more focused on creating a strong relationship and just really focusing on my partner than anything.  I am not one to get caught up in the fanfare of weddings and forget about life after the wedding.  BUT, I know that for my wedding a great cake is a must have.  If my gf and I get married, the cake will be chocolate…that’s a given because we are both chocolate freaks.  My baby also likes the piped dots…she’s obsessed with them for some strange reason. But OK, I can work with the dots on the cake.  Found these beautiful cakes, I hope they are as good as they look!  What do you think?

Random Friday Thoughts…

It’s Friday! Easter weekend, so no one is really here at work and those who are aren’t working so it’s all good.  My client is off today. YAY!  I have to leave early for a doctor’s appointment.  Hopefully traffic isn’t too bad since I take I95 to get home and on holiday weekends, it’s a mess!

Before my gf came here, she was working on her Masters in Criminal Justice, moving here kind of put a halt to that.  After going round and round on which career to pursue, she finds herself right back at Criminal Justice.  I mean she loves this stuff!  I have never seen someone so enthralled with the system, law, policing and the criminal mind.  She has a degree in Psychology and she’s good at that type of stuff too.  She is currently going for law enforcement (yes, a cop) and my thought is why can’t she just find a nice office job and go type up something?  Why is she interested in jobs with a huge element of danger?  But she really loves it, so I will support her.  But God, if she becomes a cop I will never sleep again!

I was watching the Food Network (I LOVE that channel) with the gf and there was some type of pie bake-off competition.  I am not one for pie, I just started eating sweet potato pie, but pies and cheesecakes (or anything without chocolate) I could care less.  But I do love baking and so the thought entered my mind about going to pastry school.  My gf is 100% in support (she just wants to eat) and I wouldn’t mind learning how to do those fancy desserts.  My only thing is my stuff can’t just be good to look at, it would actually have to taste good.  I took a cake decorating class a few years ago and I liked it.  I actually dropped out of the last course with just 2 classes to go.  That was the one we were learning fondant.  You know how on those pretty wedding cakes the icing is so smooth?  Well, that’s fondant.  It’s so pretty, but so nasty.  I can’t eat that crap.  Usually, there is a layer of icing under the fondant, but very thin.  Anyway, I enjoyed that class.  And even though I am a cake decorating class drop-out, I look forward to getting back in the game.

So since Easter’s coming up, I decided I want to do a dessert or two to try my hand at this baking stuff for real, no Sara Lee or boxed cakes…like the real deal.  Also, if I am feeling really fluffy, maybe I will bake some bread.  I am leaning towards a strawberry shortcake and something else, something with lemon and/or coconut.  The great thing is that I don’t like any of this stuff, as I said, if it doesn’t have chocolate then I am not game.  So I won’t be tempted to eat it.  Most pastry chef’s I’ve seen are a bit porky, I don’t need any extra pounds!  I will let my gf be the taste tester for now.  The keys to making good desserts are using good tools, fresh/quality ingredients and patience.  Most of the time I lack #3, but I am going work on that.

I looked a pastry schools and did some research about a career in the field and didn’t like the results I found.  Not only do most pastry chef’s cap out at about $60K, the entry point is around $9/hr.  Umm…yeah…that’s so not happening.  So I will keep playing around in the kitchen until I figure out what it is that I really want to do.  Maybe I will post pics of what I make to the blog next week.  I like making stuff pretty and yummy

My goal is to stash more cash.  Suze Orman was on Oprah talking about this exact thing.  So I think I am going to continue to scrimp, find deals and save just so I can create a better cushion under my tooshy in case something goes wrong.  It’s always nice to have a stash of cash, especially when you want to do your own thing…like quite your job and go to culinary school!

I remember Alix posted about all her gf’s gaining weight during their relationship.  I don’t know maybe it’s due to good love, because I have gained weight since me and my gf have been together…it’s crazy.  I love my gf though, she loves me just the same.  I have lost about 12llbs of it so far, and I asked my gf if she noticed and she said “i didn’t see anything wrong in the first place”.  I wanted to hug and slap her at the same time.  I appreciate the sentiment, but damn I have given up chocolate, pasta and Starbucks and she can’t even acknowledge the results of my efforts!  Ugh!  I think she wants to keep me porky for some reason…hmmm…  She is about the size of a toothpick and she can eat anything.  I look at a candy bar, I gain 5llbs…she eats 12 candy bars…nothing.  She get’s on my nerves…(rolling eyes).  But I’m working it out though and eating alot better too and that’s a good thing all by itself.

I found this yummy recipe for Warm Peach Shortcake with a Bourbon-Brown Sugar Cream…I may try that too.  (Random thought).

As I was telling, Bella I am in the market for a new nail color.  I actually loved the colors I got from e.l.f. for a buck.  But I think I am going to bite the bullet and pay over $5 for a nail polish.  I’m cheap, this is a big thing for me.  I will probably head to ULTA.  ULTA, is like Sephora but without all the glitz and glamor.  But it satisfies the urge to be surrounded my thousands of beauty products.  So yeah, I will check them out today.  Of course, I have a coupon.  As a matter of fact, I have a coupon for every damn thing!  I am ordering some hair products from Curlz today.  I got an email with a 55% off discount code for this weekend.  You don’t have to tell me twice! I have been using Suave shampoo and conditioner but nothing for care for my natural curls when it comes to styling.  I like their products, but when you pay $20 for something, you think twice before buying and use in moderation.  Praise the Lord for sales!

Anyway, I got my Pink magazine in the mail.  I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about it, but I’m a magazine junkie.  But I don’t pay for any of them, I always find a way to get them for free.  Pink magazine is so thin and the paper stock is not like it was.  I guess everyone is cutting back now.  I feel blessed that the economy hasn’t hit me as bad as it has hit so may others.  Not that I want anyone to experience hard times, I just counting my blessings that I so often overlook.

I am drinking so much water it’s crazy.  I don’t really like water but I have to force myself to drink it.  I use crystal light too, I love crystal light…it’s my kool-aid.

Anyone ever use Pampered Chef products? OMG! I am so addicted!!! I  love their stuff, it’s the best.   It is so good for cooking and baking, plus all of their stuff come with a warranty…some have a lifetime warranty.  I found it prudent to invest in some good things for the kitchen, it pays off!

Oh yeah, I a bit upset with AJ for deciding to stop blogging!  I mean, she could have at least solicited the opinion and thoughts of her faithful readers. Geesh, those damn New Yorkers (yes, I know I’m a New Yorker too, but I just had to put that out there).  Who else is going to blog about strap-ons and such?  Yup, AJ I’m talking about YOU! LOL

Okay, I am done with my randomness . I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!

My First Lesbian Love Part 4

I was inspired by Alix to pick up where this story left off. This is sometimes a joy and equally difficult to write, hence, why I have been working on this for months. But nonetheless, here goes part 4…

Part 4 only makes since after readying parts 1, 2 and 3.  This one is kinda long, get comfy

So there I was making the long trip from State College, Pa to Lexington, KY to visit the woman who I loved and lost. The one who broke my heart into a million small pieces. But she contacted me and something compelled me to just hop on the bus to see her. I actually had just bought tickets to a PSU vs somebody (I can’t remember who) football game. It would have been my first Penn State football game…I mean you can’t attend Penn State without going to a football game! Lol

I can’t even remember how long it took to get there, all I remember was my heart beating madly out of control. Several times, I had to pick it up and put it back in my chest because my heart was beating so hard, so fast. Gosh, maybe I shouldn’t go I thought…but it was too late. I was already on my way there. Would she still like me? I’m a little thicker than when she saw me last (actually, I was in the best shape of my life and curves had grew all in the right places)? What does she look like? My mind was moving a million miles a minute…faster than the bus. The trip is a blur, I can’t remember if it took 10, 11 or 12 hours to get there, all I remember was the bus stopping…Lexington, KY. It was time to get off and face the woman whom I loved dearly and broke my heart into two.

There she stood, there I stood. Where I had a million thoughts suddenly, I had none. I was happy to see her, she was happy to see me too! Her friend and teammate drove her to pick me up from the bus station. We hugged and got in the jeep and drove back to campus.

I stayed in her dorm, her roomie was away for the weekend. I know we went to see The Blair Witch Project that weekend and ate lots of KFC.

Somehow, we winded up kissing. I remember her telling me that I didn’t know how fine I was. She remembers things about that day that I don’t even recall. I remember making love to her, it was like we had never been apart. It was beautiful, wonderful and just so so right. She still had basketball practice, so I used the time she was away to study. I remember her coming back from basketball practice glistening in sweat. The sweat on her arms highlighted her muscular arms. I remember looking at all six-foot two inches of her in awe, I have never been so attracted to and so in love with anyone as I was with her.

We spent a lot of time together, talking, laughing, catching up on old times and making love. It was a wonderful weekend. But then I noticed that she began to pull away from me. Something changed. I didn’t know what it was or how to respond. I remember when I was there her girlfriend called (she was dating or somewhat dating this girl we both went to school with, this girl who she was with during her senior of HS. So, I thought that she had broke up with me for this girl. So I didn’t care and had no qualms about being with her…I guess it was my own form of revenge) and I begin to feel bad about even the possibility of being #2. Hell, I am #1…always was and always will be! But I digress…

So, as all good things go, our weekend came to an end. Sometime between that weekend and some days later I got an email from T. Basically saying how her gf was her “angel” blah blah blah. Long story short, we could be friends but nothing more. I got burned again! This time, I guess because I had my guard up, it took me maybe a few weeks to get over it. I believe she called me after that email, I can’t recall if I didn’t answer or if we spoke. Either way, that was the end of us.

Life went on. I experimented with other girls, but never went all the way. Never had I any real feelings for any girl or guy. I never identified as gay, I just thought I was a straight girl who had an experience. There wasn’t a week that went by that I didn’t think of T. There wasn’t a year that went by that I didn’t remember her birthday. I remember being so angry with myself for remembering those things and even thinking about her. Every so often, I would Google her name. She played ball so it was easy to find information on her, she was doing well. I used think “does she think of me, does she even remember me”. I thought of her as probably some type of player, someone who had loads of girlfriends. But more so I thought that our relationship meant nothing to her and that she never really loved me.

I just let that part of me go. I wasn’t really attracted to any other women, except for a few I would see on TV. Everyone I was around was straight, so it was just easier to just go on and date guys. But funny thing, I never really dated many guys either…I wasn’t attracted to very many guys. In my senior year of college, I got pregnant with my son. I finished school and was ready to marry my son’s father. I thought I loved him, but I knew I didn’t love him that much. I convinced myself that I would grow to love him. After all, isn’t marrying him the right thing to do? I mean, I graduated from college, I had started my career, I already had a child. I was just missing the marriage piece, right? I mean, I reasoned that I had to check off that box. There I was ready to marry someone who was not only not for me, but someone who I didn’t love. Moreover, this someone was emotionally, mentally and sometimes even physically abusive to me.

I saw love as something that everyone could/should/would have but me. I just wanted to focus on my career. I didn’t strive to find someone who would treat me right because of loosing my only love not once but twice and because I just thought it was too hard. I just felt that you could love someone with everything and they can still leave you. I didn’t want to endure another broken heart.

One day I looked in the mirror and I did not recognize the person staring back at me. I remember after a particurlary bad argument with my son’s father one morning while I was driving I looked down at my hand on the steering wheel and it was shaking. It was then that I decided to take my life back, I realized that I couldn’t put myself or my son through a life with a “man” who was just horrible to me. I didn’t want my son to see that. I didn’t want him to think that was normal or OK.

During this time, my mom had passed away. It was a difficult time for me. Still, I thought about T. Sometimes, I wondered if she knew what I was going through if she would come console me. I remember her and despite everything, she was always there for me. I remember her putting me and what I wanted/needed even before her own wants and needs. I remember spending that time surrounded by people but alone. It was around this time I started going back to church.

I told my son’s dad that I was moving out. He told me I couldn’t do it, I didn’t make enough money to live on my own. He constantly sought to discourage me and to make me doubt myself and my abilities. What he didn’t know was that my desire to succeed and to have a better life was greater than his need to control and his insecurities. He told me that if I moved out, that would be the end of us…and that was fine by me.

Still, I never forgot T. Every now and again, I would wonder where she was and how she was. I would also remember still being angry with what she did to me. Still upset that I never forgot her and tried as hard as I could to stop loving her. I hated that I still loved her. Not that I admit it to myself that I did, but deep down I did. So, I was on my own. I had my share of struggles, but I fought back. My income increased until I was good quite well. Soon, I bought my own home and had a pretty good side business. I spent a lot of time in church, on this group or on that group. Still, something was missing, I didn’t know what it was. And if I felt it, I would just pray, go to church or bible study or whatever was going on or work on my business until the week hours of the morning.

One unassuming day in late December, I received a message via reunion.com from “T”. When I saw her name, my heart stopped. A rush of emotions and thoughts flooded my head and my heart. Nothing would prepare for what was to come…

 

 

Big Girls Don’t Cry…Or Do They?

NOTICE: This post is sexually explicit…continue at your risk.  You have been warned!

It’s so interesting how I am still learning me and how my body works.  I am still learning what makes me tick and what doesn’t.  Last night after a therapy session (my gf and I see a therapist 2x a month), there was some left over angry/hostility as we left the office.  The drive home was long and quiet and when we did break silence, it wasn’t to say i love you.  During our session, we realized that all our petty squabbles revolve around trust and commitment.  So, last night while she was in the kitchen cleaning I just walked up to her and gave her a hug…in turn, she kissed me.  Sometimes, there is nothing left to talk about…all that’s left is action and working on making things better.

We spent the next hour or so just cuddled up and staring into each others eyes…some kissing, but I spent a lot of time just studying her face.  Every nook and every cranny of it, and adoring her.  She was caressing me and OMG her hands feel so damn good and we started kissing a little more and a little more and a little more… Next thing I know she is rubbing me through my panties.  We are just there fully in the moment adoring each other and loving each other…and that’s when it happened.  She slid her fingers inside of me and upon impact I began to cry.  I was just overwhelmed and all I could do was cry, it was totally involuntary. I moaned, I cried, I moaned and cried some more.  This went on for a few minutes, until I finally stopped crying.   It was such a powerful, intense feeling.  She held me with one arm and continued to do what she was doing with the other.

This is the second time that I have cried during sex.  It has never happened before with anyone else.  We are usually in the act and I just begin to cry.  It’s like it feels so good and am so into her and thinking about how much I love her and she loves me and being in the midst of it I just cry.  It comes up on me so fast and I can’t stop it.  I’m not crying sad tears, I am just crying and really feeling being in  the moment with her.

So, I had to google what the heck this meant.  Am I crazy?  At first when this happened I was so embarassed, and my gf assured me it was OK.  Like, I don’t know it’s going to happen until it happens.

I’ve found other folks who have had similiar experiences, this is what they said:

Sometimes when we have a truly earth-moving, ground-shaking love-making session, I find myself bursting into tears with the power and release of it all as we slowly move down from the peak. My partner will hold me during these times, stroking me and reminding me how much he loves me and how powerful it was for him as well.

Yes. I have had lovers who cried after or during sex. The first time I was upset because I thought she was unhappy. I’ve since learned what a wonderful release this is. I feel as if I will truly know I am in love when I have sobbed after sex. So far I have only sobbed over NOT having sex. LOL! Actually, its about love rather than sex.

Oh yeah…glad I’m not the only one! The first time it happened it freaked me out a little but then I realized that it’s as natural to cry after a great orgasm as it is to laugh after one! At the time, I was dealing with some heavy grief issues (my husband had died) so it was a very positive and loving way of releasing some serious pent up sorrow.

Since then it’s happened a few times, usually as a result of a very long and intense sexual encounter. I do believe when I’m in that heightened consciousness that sexual stimulation brings, parts of me are opened up to loving/divine energy that normally aren’t. I think that’s part of the emotional release.

So, I must admit I’m a bit shy/embarrased about even posting this, since it’s so personal.  I’m like who cries uncontrollably but babies?   But this is what was on my mind.  Has this happened to anyone else? What are your thoughts?

Friday Femme Flick: Reader’s Choice

This Friday, I thought I would ask you for your favorite femme flick!  What have you watched that you loved (or didn’t love so much)?  Inquiring minds want to  know.  I am always looking for a good movie, and I know there is more out there than I know about…   

It’s raining here, so I would love to curl up next to my  gf with a good movie…any suggestions?

My Date :-)

This past Saturday, my girlfriend took me out on a date.  Yes, a date!  We never have time for ourselves and when we do, it is at most 3 hours, which doesn’t leave much time to really enjoy each others company.  But on Thursday, she sent me a dinner invitation to a Moroccan restaurant in DC. I was so excited!  I was so looking forward to getting outside of a 15 mile radius, spending time alone with her and just relaxing.  Also, I never had Moroccan food before, so I was looking forward to the feast! 

Anywho, she dropped the kiddies off at the sitter and off we went to DC.  As usual, I got lost, DC has never and will never make any sense to me.  The planning was totally illogical.  It’s like you’re on 24st NW and then the next street is Newark Ave., and the next R street and then 31st street. WTF?  Anyway, after getting lost we finally made our way to the restaurant.

We went to Marrakesh Palace in Washington, DC. Loved the decor, loved the service, loved the food.  The first time I’ve ever had cold spinach and it was so good.  The flavors were just right.  Anywho, I can’t remember the names of our main courses but the food was excellent.  I would most certainly go back there again.  My baby had a seafood kabob thingy with couscous and veggies.  She loved it.  It was good (you know I had to taste some).  I had chicken, now to say that sounds bland…but this chicken was anything  but bland.  I don’t know what they did to that chicken, but OMG it was delicious! 

Our car was parked right in front of a crepe place and since my gf never had a crepe before, I encouraged her to get one.  She ordered a blueberry and banana crepe and loved it!  I knew she would like it, I told her I would try to make them at home.  At least, she has had the real thing before she tries mine :-0.   We walked over the Lambda Rising, a gay/lesbian bookstore and made a purchase.  And since our gay/lesbian book section at our local Borders is hiding tucked away in a corner we were happy to see dozens of books shelves with books for us and by us proudly displayed. 

From there we went to Dave and Busters, which is like a grown up version of Chuckee Cheese.  I have always wanted to take her there (sans the kids) but didn’t get the opportunity until Saturday.  We had so much fun! We played games  and we had a really good time.  It was so good to look at her and see her smile and be happy, that warms my heart.  She beat me in basketball twice…but I let her LOL.

On the way back, she was craving some coffee, so we made it to a Barnes and Nobles in Tysons Corner just before they closed.  She got her coffee and some chocolate Cheesecake Factory cheesecake (since it was half off).  We took our time and didn’t leave until they announced the store was closed over the loudspeaker. 

We made it home around midnight well, you can use your imagination for the rest!

I had such a wonderful good time, and with 4 kids and our schedules we rarely have time for ourselves, so moments like this are a breath of fresh air.  YAY! I am still excited and giddy about it like a little girl! LOL.  For our next date, we both agreed to play hooky from work and spend the day together.  I’m looking forward to that.