Wednesday, February 20, 2008

'The Man' Tales - Behind Closed Doors

Another note here before I carry on with the story. Softinthehead has given me the "Keep up the good work" award. Thank you SITH! Another reason to keep the story coming....


I am not going to go into detail about the events that followed that phone call. I will however, fill you in on a detail I have omitted so far and that is that Dragosani was 21 years younger than me. Having said that I will also say that his experiences with the basics of life had been through what he had garnered on the internet. His wide-eyed wonder at his new discoveries are now precious memories for me that I drag out and review on days when I need a soft smile to caress my face. His inexperience turned into a fascination with a partner that was willing to teach and experiment. At some point though, the teacher became the pupil and I was happily surprised by some of the lessons I learned.

Time slipped away easily and at some point I had to call the front desk and have them turn off the phone, his mother's calls to the room were going unanswered and were annoying. When Dragosani announced that he was getting weak from hunger, we were surprised to discover that 24 hours had gone by since we first entered the room. We were almost strangers when we had first thrown our bags on the spare bed, but we sailed out into the world again with a different look on our faces.

Our meal was filled with longing looks into each other's eyes and even though we wanted to linger over our food, we felt it was only a necessary distraction from what interested us the most. We didn't sleep much that night either, but when the sun lightened the room we decided we should get some sightseeing done. After we toured the parliament buildings, we sat on a bench and watched a man go over the massive lawn with a metal detector. I was so contented leaning my head on D's shoulder and feeling his arm wrapped around me. I picked at the fringe on his shorts and tried to soak in the experience and make it a memory I would never forget.

From there we repeatedly drove past the prime minister's residence in our effort to make sure we were at the right place. When the guards posted at the gate started noticing us, we decided we had better move on and headed for the university and the other sites. Knowing that he had to return home at the end of the day, we stretched it out as long as we could. But all good things always come to an end, and I finally had to take him back home. We were quiet as we drove down the country road that passed in front of his parent's house. He held my hand as I drove slowly along, unwilling to face his leaving. We promised emails and phone calls, anything to span the distance between us, anything to stay in contact. With the driveway in sight, I pulled the car to the side of the road and threw myself into his arms and kisses. Frantic for even a little bit more, we ignored the vehicle that crept past us and turned into his parent's driveway. The sounds of the other vehicle slowing got D's attention and he recognized his parent's car.

We laughed briefly at being 'caught' but we were soon overcome again with our need for each other. When we could no longer put off the inevitable, and when we figured his parents had gone inside – I shifted into 1st and drove into his driveway. With the living room window like a huge eye on us, D grabbed his bag and quickly kissed me good-bye before opening the car door and getting out. I watched as he waved from the doorway before pulling away and heading for Guelph. My eyes were watching ahead, but my heart had stayed with the tall young lover I had left behind.

12 comments:

softinthehead said...

You're not giving much away. Sounds like a wonderful couple of days - is that all it was??

Stinking Billy said...

aims, I know you value sith as a friend and supporter but, really, she must know what's going on by now? Me? I have never been any woman's toyboy or, as the yanks will insist, boytoy, and it's too late for me now.

More's the pity!

softinthehead said...

What can I say SB, I have led a very sheltered life :)

aims said...

SITH - I'm sure you're not the only one who wanted me to give details - but - you are going to have to wait for the book on that one....

Billy - I'm trying to picture you as a boytoy - and me as a cougar....

Popkins said...

You know I'm all for it...you are my ROLE MODEL.....this is so utterly romantic, I'm sighing and believing again....now I ain't gonna go for anyone over 30....MORE POWER TO YA..Inspiring, Aims...truly

dawn said...

So you drove away. That must have been very tough. I keep doing the math here, I'm ...I could find someone...if I had to find someone that is.

I Beatrice said...

Beautifully told as always... but I confess I'm beginning to see where that mother was coming from now!

Canadian flake said...

hi there,

I hope you don't mind me popping in. Just wanted to thank you for stopping in to my blog so I came over to check yours out. I have been here for an hour lost in your writings...I have really enjoyed what I have read.

I live in Ontario...my inlaws are in Guelph...and the boat picture you asked about on my blog was taken in Brockville (which you would have passed right by on your way to Ottawa)...lol.

Hope you don't mind if I stop in again soon...

Breezy said...

Another cracking installment Aims. I'm not surprised you hoard those memories. I can picture you now sitting there with a little secret smile on your face

aims said...

Popkins - An inspiration! Me? Oh dear! :)

Dawn - Harder than I expressed here...

Dearest B - It was a mutual meeting - I didn't brow-beat him into it at all. But Yes - I can imagine what his mother was thinking...

Canadian Flake - You are always welcome here! and Brockville! A beautiful picture to grace your blog with.

Breezy - It was that obvious - was it?

travelling, but not in love said...

sounds like a great time was had by all....and I'm sure when he thinks back it does more than put a smile on his face...!

Joy T. said...

Sounds like great memories were definitely made. More please :o)