“Back on the chain gang...” 

Saturday night I had sex for the first time in two and one-half years.  It was with our dog’s veterinarian in the back seat of his Suburban in a restaurant parking lot.  And yes, I could hear the kitchen help smoking and joking thirty feet away while we did it “vet-style,”.  And, I feel pretty good about it! 

What? How did I get here?

I wrote in last week.  I’m divorced after 15 years of marriage.  No sex for over two years.  Nothing.  Nada, Zip, Zero.  I had a longing for sex.  With a capital L!  I had a few dates, but nothing…. I came here last week looking for some advice from others on post divorce dating / sex.  I got a lot of great advice, met some new friends.  thought a lot about my situation.

Two days later, I took our dog to the Vet and the hot Dr. BowWow asked me out.  I have been to the vet ten times since the divorce.  Nothing.  Then, I write here about my “need for speed” and two days later I have a date with the hottie Dr. Dogster?  Meow!!! 

It’s like those people that can’t sell their house so they bury a statue of some Saint in their yard and then wammo, two days later have an offer!  D360, you are my buried Saint!

So Vet guy calls and says he wants to buy me dinner and maybe then go to a movie.  Great.  After two years without, I’d meet this guy at Taco Hut and after “dinner” we could watch Ishtar on his Ipod.  With the dual headphones.  No problem.  And I would pay for dinner.  It has been a really long time. And he is cute and funny.  This is the first date I have been excited about since the ex! 

He wants to meet at a semi-trendy spot in Midtown.  Not super-close, but whatever.  I’m in. We get there; it is the classic Midtown scene.  Crowded, with cute young people, some oldsters from the ‘burbs (like me!), some goofy tourist-types (where did they get the address?).  Fun!

God It is so good to be out again with a nice guy!  He looks good, too!  Get a drink, wait for a table, a little small talk.  Talking a mile a minute, I am excited to be out and alive and in the company of a man.  When he’s not looking, I undo a button on my blouse.  Ooooh.  I’m being so naughty!  I have no idea…  (Go easy on me – 2  years!)

We have a nice meal.  Mostly getting-to-know you talk.  You know it, the “You like Target / Dave Matthews / soap?  Me too!”  He’s a teenie bit younger than me, divorced, no kids.  Potentially a bit of a “player,” or as much of a player as a vet from the Georgia suburbs can be, but is seemingly very nice and sweet.  Funny.  Likes being a vet.  I keep thinking it feels good to laugh again!

Time for the movie.  This is the awkwardly semi embarrassing part.  He offers to drive me to the movie, and then he says we can come back here and get my car. Fine, great whatever.  I like him, but I’m thinking I need to take it slow, make “us” wait a bit.  “next date” I text my friend JJ from the restroom.

We get in his car and it is a big “screw the environment, I’m happy with 9 miles to the gallon” Suburban.  The passenger seat is pretty far forward, he says earlier in the day he had been hauling some gear or something, and “you can move the seat back if you want.” I’m pretty tall, so I want.  But I am not so mechanical, the seat is not moving , who knows why.  He leans over to help and puts his arm between my legs and pulls the bar.  His toned, handsome face grins up at me from like, my lap.

I have a man, a cute man, leaning over me and his arm is where? And it is like all the air is sucked out of the truck.  Suddenly I am as hot as a Texas summer – my skin gets really flushed and all my arm hairs are standing up and then, wham, I am all over him.  I’m grabbing at his neck with one hand, ripping at his belt with one hand and taking off my shirt with a third hand (!?!).  He seems not sure what just hit him.  We somehow land in the second row. 

Yes, I proceed to jump him right there, in a parked Suburban, with the motor running (gotta have AC!) in a crappy little parking lot in Midtown.  He doesn’t complain.  Do guys ever complain regarding having sex?  In my limited experience, no! Thank goodness those Chevy’s have dark windows, ‘cause yes, people were nearby.  And yes, my very safe-sex aware d360 friends, we used a condom.  And yes, I wore the granny undies, but he didn’t see much of them! 

It was fantastic!!  I haven’t had sex in a car since college, and even then it was, um, “abbreviated.”  Umhmmm!  I know this is old hat to some of you, but I liked that as a woman, I was in total control of a sexual situation – maybe for the first time.

Afterwards we drove to a gas station and got some cokes and then we drove around a while and listened to the radio and laughed a bit.  He was cute about it all and teased me that he was sad he missed the movie. 

I decided not to invite him over to stay the night – I’m not sure why not.  He didn’t push.  I think he was worried I might suggest the front lawn or a trampoline or something.

We are supposed to see each other again.  Will see what happens…. 

As for me? I’m glad got this out of my system.  I’m glad the streak is broken (29 months and change, or 883 days!).  Either way, I feel good about myself.  

I don’t know if he is Mr. Right, but he was definitely Mr. Right Now!  

PS – I know I joked about jumping some grocery guy in my car before, yes, it is very funny it happened in a car after all!