Francisco never seizes to amaze me as we ended up going to the Bahamas overnight and no I did not sleep with him or even in his bed as he made arrangements for two twin beds. He knows he isn’t getting any of this candy until I say so and he respects me enough not to push it. I thought we were just going to go to the show and dinner and I had no idea we would end up in the Bahamas.
He wanted to stay the entire weekend but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving the kids without setting up in case of emergency plans. Big Rick and Lynn were out-of-town so I couldn’t stay away anyway as I wouldn’t leave the kids without someone to help in case of emergency. Francisco seems to be pulling out all of the stops and I kind of feel like he is trying to buy me.
He talked about getting married when we are in Greece but I haven’t agreed to go so I feel like he is making assumptions he shouldn’t be making. He treats me so well and I so enjoyed just lieing in the sun as he rubbed me down with suntan oil. He is so damn sexy and I just love to touch his chest and upper arms and I just enjoy being with him because he makes me laugh.
Ya, he has it all but I still do not know if he has all that I am looking for in a man or relationship. Mike called and left me a message and Francisco appeared to let that head of jealousy rear up. I told him that I had been honest with him and I always would and he asked me if I had slept with Mike. This pissed me off and I told him so as it is none of his business what Mike and I do and I wouldn’t tell him anyway.
He seems to be comparing himself to Mike and reminding me that he has more to offer me than Mike does but he doesn’t seem to realize that money doesn’t make the man, the man makes the money. He keeps telling me he has never met a woman like me before, someone who doesn’t put money high on the totem pole. I told him he lives in the land of plastic people and that’s why he has never met anyone like me.
Living in California, Los Angeles to be exact is the city of surgery, fake faces, fake boobs, fake bodies in general and the people are all fake and so materialistic. Little ole me just wants to live on a farm and watch the grass grow as I grow old. I just want to sit on the back porch in the evenings enjoying the breeze and the sunset because I do not want or need fancy.
We looked at rings in the Bahamas but none of them did anything for me and I told him I wasn’t so sure about getting married so soon. He told me he wouldn’t push me but he needed to know that I was his. Well, I am not his and I told him so and I told him he made me feel like a piece of merchandise and I didn’t like it. We got into a small argument but I wasn’t giving in and he is just going to have to wait until I decide what I want.