30 Something

I met this guy--Jef--a couple of weeks ago and since then we've been on about 5 dinner dates. He works for the power company. He's over 40. He has two daughters that are a few years younger than me. He's divorces, lives alone, but has a friend, ie. someone that he sleeps with. He drives a motorcyle. We met on a Saturday when I was going to the cleaners. He stopped next to me on his motorcycle. I took a liking to the bike really, but he nodded and smiled. He then asked me for a ride in my truck. I asked him for a ride on his bike and it went on from there. We met later for a couple of drinks at the martini bar. It was pretty nice. We kissed later that evening. It was a very nice kiss might I add. It got me hot and bothered. We then met for lunch twice--actually once because I stood him up due to a crisis at work. After that we've met for dinner. I longed for him to kiss me the way that he did before and it happened this weekend on Friday when we went to a nearby town for dinner. As it was getting late he got a phone call from an irrate woman. I don't know if he realized that I heard everything that she had to say. So I began to put two and two together to realize that maybe there is more to the "friend" thing. So on the way back we were talking about sex, well not really, but he was interested in what I like and I was interested in this "friend" of his. I wanted to know how serious it was between them so that I could gauge where we were going. He told me before that he wanted an independent woman to spoil. Well I took that as meaning not someone who was going to be in his pocket all the time, but that he could shell out the dough for when he felt like it. I told him I was looking for a friend. I'm not sure if he thought of his type of "friend", but I really wasn't and isn't interested in that kind of friend because I have a sex partner that is by far the best ever and I don't want to make any changes to that arrangement, well...So I found out that his "friend" doesn't live with him, but she has a key to his place so that's why I can't go to his place. And I refuse to let him come to my place because I don't feel comfortable with that. So basically, I think sex is out of the picture even though I love the way he kisses. He did give me some money to go home and to fill my gas tank up with a couple of times. I don't know. I don't want to have sex for a hundred dollars.

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