Special Delivery

SG called a little after 7 to say he had the food and could come over early if that was okay...I told him, "Sure, come over". He showed up with bags from TooJays (and he's not even Jewish! Impressive.)...chicken soup and a giant hunk of chocolate cake for me, a chicken sandwich for him, and about a dozen movies for me to choose from.
We hugged hello he told me I didn't look sick, and he sure as heck didn't either! He looked very well recovered and more handsome than before...I couldn't believe my eyes. It was like bluejays were swirling and chirping around my head, and stars were shooting by! And no, I did not have anything to drink...I'm sick, remember?
I guess absence made the heart grow fonder. He was even tan, apparently from being outside pressure washing his deck...I learned that he mows his own lawn, too...how unusual. And he seemed to think it unusual when I mentioned the word "gardener".
So, we settled onto the couch and I grilled him about his illness, but he did not produce the hospital bracelet that I told him I would need to see. We ate and watched the movie sitting on the couch...not touching...then he asked if I wanted to watch a second movie...this time I was the one nodding with the wide eyed enthusiasm of a little girl who just snagged the gold ring on the carousel.
I couldn't bear to watch another movie without laying down...which I told him, and asked if he'd mind if I went on the loveseat (I didn't want to be rude and seem like I was tryng to get away from him on the other couch...which I most certainly was NOT trying to do. But I needed to lay down, and I thought it might be a bit presumptuous to swing my legs up on him.). So, SG suggested that I just lay down where I was and put my legs on him. Score! He even put a pillow on his lap so my legs would be comfy...at least, I think that's why he put the pillow there.
He said that my feet were really cold....and he offered to massage them which I, of course, took him up on...then he massaged my calves (good thing I shaved...you never know where these guys are going to end up touching you... well, I know...they better not touch me ANYWHERE below the neck or above the knees!!!) Before he went there he asked if I like my calves massaged (smoothe move...who's gonna say no?)...but it was not in a perverted or disgusting manner, at all. He seems to be a perfect, sweet, gentleman. So far, 3 dates, no kiss.
We talked on and off throughout the second movie, which sucked, and I was moved to tell him that I was really glad he came over and was there with me. He said he was too. I thanked him for bringing the soup and cake and he thanked me for inviting him over. The second movie ended about 12:45...time for bed.
I walked him to the door and he asked me if I wanted to keep any of the movies to watch... I told him, "No, I'd like a new selection next time." He bent down a foot and 3 inches to hug me goodbye...no attempt at a kiss...which was nice, actually... not sure if he didn't want my germs, or if he felt it wasn't time. Then he asked when he could see me again...and then immediately rephrased and asked, "When may I see you again?" After discussing a few scheduling conflicts, I asked him to give me a call the next day and we'd figure it out. He texted me when he got home saying he had a great time with me, and to sleep well.

It's 1:18 am and I'm wide awake! Guess I'll go into bed now and envision this green eyed stunner on the pillow next to me. He appears to be a genuine, sweet, good person who just may be deserving of my sweet and good side... I'm actually inclined to cook for, or do something nice for him... and just enjoy hanging out on the couch together... which is how I felt before he went missing for 2 weeks. Hopefully, I'm not wrong about this one...

Note: there will be no "Save The Dates" this time around. Dingerelli wedding is the last big hurrah...unless I get caught up in the romance and change my mind later:))