The next day mouse was on the phone chatting with Lucy about the hoity-toity party mouse attended, when her cell phone rang. It was O and he hadn't changed his cell phone number yet. To be sure, mouse said that she had another call and quickly got off with Lucy while picking up her cell. Now, Omega is not the kind of man who chats on the phone. He's the type of man who calls for a purpose. So we were kinda awkward at first. Naturally mouse asked about his family, and he replied all were fine and dropped a few details. He mentioned that it was nice seeing mouse yesterday at the party dressed "in all her tied dyed finery."
Was that a dig? Seriously mouse couldn't tell if he was being nice, arrogant or just sarcastic.
Then he got to the point; he said he could arrange a sitter for Kiddo, and would like very much to take mouse to dinner. He added, if mouse were free, as not entirely an afterthought. "You can check your calendar and let me know, " he said.
After considering it for a few minutes, mouse agreed. Really she was curious to see him...to talk to him...to find out how he was. Was he really different?
See, the last time we saw each other, it was not a good visit back in California. Truthfully, mouse was tired of seeing him self-destruct his life. Trying to twist herself to be what he needed was impossible, too impossible for words. Instead our friendship imploded and mouse told him that he needed help. Big Time. He claimed to have things under control -- everything pointing to the contrary. So, mouse quit her job because working with him was too painful, found a different job and transferred out of state.
We settled a time and mouse gave him her address.
Thursday his secretary phoned mouse to confirm dinner plans....
Something's never change.
He was prompt when he came to collect mouse at the appointed time. He greeted the dog and asked after the cat. The cat had passed away a few years earlier and it still pained mouse. He led mouse to his car parked in front of the house.
He drove to the restaurant -- a place mouse never heard of, of course, and led her in. We didn't talk much in the car...it felt awkward...In the restaurant he ordered mouse a drink. Without even asking, he said the lady will have a white russian. The drink was strong and loosened mouse's tongue. We began to talk and mouse asked him how things were with him.
Now, clearly the underlying question was had he gotten himself under control.
He leaned back in the chair, looked at mouse, and said very honestly that he'd been engaged in therapy for a couple of years and recently started seeing a new therapist up here. Adding his therapist in California recommended the guy.
This was news...Omega in therapy, mouse tried to see it mentally...really couldn't conjure the image.
He didn't go into a lot of detail but something had derailed him that much was evident by the way he acted. It piqued mouse's curiosity and wondered if she'd ever find out the whole story.
The topic moved from that to other more mundane stuff. Work. Something we could both discuss and what mouse was doing. How surprised he was that she working up here.
Now add alcohol to mouse and she becomes rather bold and when he remarked that she was living in a nice neighborhood, she asked where he was living.
His eye twitched for moment, his finger tapped against the menu...
Oh dear mouse thought....
Then he said he was staying with his parents.
Now, mouse really didn't mean to laugh out loud. It partly the alcohol and part relief. Seriously she was thinking that he was living someone else....Ok...mouse really thought he was living with a slave.
We hadn't discussed his other predilections; we'd only lightly covered that he was no longer spending "obscene" amounts of money on prostitutes. And mouse learned that he was living with his parents. Poor man was obviously destitute and for some reason this pleased mouse. You have no idea how she gleamed when she told him that she purchased her home.
Instant bitch just add alcohol.
But as she sat there she considered him, he'd looked so at ease before...and now it was all so hopelessly awkward...
Taking another sip mouse apologized to him...
His eyes met her own and he asked a serious voice not that Dom voice...But laced with curiosity.
With her edit firmly in the off position mouse admitted he had much to consider than just himself alone a child...schools....things like that...Of course he wouldn't jump into a situation.
He smiled warmly at mouse and genuinely thanked her.
The conversation between us eased back and forth between many subjects.
We stayed in the restaurant for hours way beyond dinner and dessert just talking.
He dropped mouse at home, walked her to the door, lightly rebuked her for not having a porch light on. But as we approached the door, the dog barked ferociously, causing him to take a step back.
He didn't kiss or offer to or even get close enough to try -- not that mouse really expected it...we'd fucked in the past but he didn't try to do that either...instead he just touched her hand lightly with his own. After seeing her inside, turned and walked to his car.
Honestly, mouse felt that was it; she'd never hear from him again. Truthfully she felt kinda mixed about it. And sad.
The next day he phoned thanking mouse for a lovely time.
Really was he actually there?
As a date goes..not that mouse had been on many...she counted it as a failure.
We started seeing each other on occasion more or less only as friends...We'd hang out together. We hadn't talked about a lot of things...tho...nothing to do about our mutual past. We just friends and really mouse was kinda happy about it; because she'd missed friend Omega.
To be continued...
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