The Boy

After my summer of flings and sex, drama and emotion, I decided to call it quits on the dating scene. I was feeling things for someone I couldn’t be with and needed time to just process those feelings and move on, and focussed my energy on writing a new book. I quit dating, quit casual relationships, and quit the whole “love seeking” debacle.

Time wandered past and I felt free and fresh, not worrying about when I was going to see a boy, whether I liked a boy or whether a boy liked me, and I focussed my energy on other things. I haven’t blogged due to my increase in book writing activity, which is now complete and ready to fling into the world via an email catapult, and an upping of focus on my fitness and health. My days were Miss Rose, my nights were work.

Then there came The Boy.

He asked me out for pancakes. Not dinner, not drinks, not evening time. Very casual, very relaxed. Pancakes and coffee. A brunch date. I wasn’t even sure if it was a date. It was a “I’m enjoying talking to you, would you like to arrange a specific opportunity to talk more” type offer. No pressure.

When I arrived he presented me with a bag of chocolate buttons, remembering they are my favourite, and thanked me for coming.  Then we talked, and we talked, and we laughed, and we talked. We bounced ideas off one another, giggled over similar hobbies, shared tales of similar histories. We arranged another date. Then another. Then another and another. Now we don’t even arrange dates. We just assume we are together most of the time unless other plans are made.

Miss Rose adores The Boy. Just adores him. She climbed onto his lap and made him read her a story, she dragged her tunnel into the room and he clambered in and she rolled him round in glee. Miss Rose and The Boy bonded.

The Boy has a son a similar age to Miss Rose. He had a marriage that ended at a similar time to mine. He likes the same films, the same music, the same activities. The Boy and I talk for hours until we forget what we had originally set out to do with our time because we have been so distracted talking to one another.

The Boy. Oh, The Boy.


About J.J. Barnes

Author of The Lilly Prospero Series Writer and Podcaster at Blogger at Rose And Mum And More Contributor to The Huffington Post
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3 Responses to The Boy

  1. jodiebloomer says:

    So happy for you, and happy to read your blog again. I’ve missed not seeing them. X

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