What I Really Miss

(My wife died in April 2007. This is what we did. )
I really miss just being around someone. You don't have to be near them, you don't have to be talking to them: like both of you reading a book. Or one is watching TV, the other is writing a letter. Or one is playing with the dog and one is washing dishes. Just being there with someone. I really miss that.

I really miss lying in bed, just holding each other. Kissing at times, whispering at times, telling how you feel about them at times. Touching at times, laughing at times, dozing off at times, and all the while cuddling. I really miss that.

I really miss doing little things for someone. Simple things. A back rub. Writing a little love note on a scrap of paper then hiding it where she will find it.
Out of the blue a Hug, then a look into her eyes, tell her how much you love her, then a kiss.
Getting her coffee or hot Chocolate in the morning, while she's still in bed. Writing goofy little stories for her that will make her smile. Making her laugh. I really miss that.

I really miss going to the grocery store together, goofing around, cracking corny jokes, buying something we've never tried before, just for the heck of it.
I really miss going for walks together, holding hands, talking, laughing.

I really miss just talking: listening as she tells you about her day, you about yours. Or more serious things that bother her, things she might be concerned or worried about.
Talking about anything. Everything. I really miss that.

I really miss pleasuring her in lovemaking: learning and knowing when and where to touch and not to touch. When to kiss and not too kiss. When to talk and when not to talk. When to be slow, gentle, caressing. When to let feelings take over. That and all those other little things you continue to learn to do for her that gives her pleasure, which will increase my pleasure. I really miss that.

I really miss working in the yard together. Decorating the Christmas tree together. Cooking the Thanksgiving meal together. Handing out candy on Halloween together. Watching the first snowfall of the winter together. Going out with friends together. Seeing Family together. Those silly private words we call each other. I really miss these and a whole lot more.

I've done them all before. I want to do them all again.

Chance Encounter

Chance Encounter
Or:
Nice Guys Don't Always Finish Last

I had arranged to meet a friend of mine to do an exchange of some computer software. He was new to the area, but he did know the Hop, a good size nightclub that catered to the 30 and over crowd.

It was right after I'd played a ball game, so I was sweaty, dirty, in a grubby half uni when I got there.

He waved to me at the bar, we did the exchange. I ordered a quick beer, he left. It was mid afternoon, the place had just opened and there couldn't have been 12 people in the place, if that. We were the only ones at the bar.

I was downing the last of the beer when this guy sat down next to me, looking like he was going to bust. Before I could say anything he ordered me another beer. I said I'm straight, he said no problem, then proceeded to tell me what happened to him. He was a golfer, and for the first time in his life he broke par.

Now I want to get home, shower and take a nap so I can go out partying later on. But it was easy to see he wanted to tell someone, anyone, about his feat. So I thought, what the heck, give him a little time, let him enjoy his moment.

He talked, I nodded. Finally he was done, he thanked me for listening. I got up to go.

Just as I turned around the main door opened and in walked someone. Couldn't tell at first, because of the glare from the outside sunshine.
I walked toward the door. The "someone" turned out to be a very pretty Lady.

She sat down at a small table near the door. I slowed, then stopped a few feet from her, staring way to long at that pretty face. She finally broke the stare with a half smile.

I sat opposite her, fully expecting to get the heave ho. After all, I'm dirty, grubby, and I smell.

We didn't leave the place until around midnight. We spent the next day together. I married that pretty Lady a few months later.

We were together for over 18 years, until she died in April, 2007.

But if I hadn't of been a nice Guy and stayed to listened to that golfer, I would have missed her.

You never know.

So the next time you have the chance to do something nice for someone, do it. It just may result in a chance encounter that will change your life.