Monthly Archives: October 2012

Day 89: Followers and 107 Thank Yous

When I started Day Today Dating, I was heartbroken. Transitioning. Lost. I needed an outlet to express my story and find myself. Somewhere in the midst of all of that, I was able to find N again too. I really didn’t know what to expect when I joined the WordPress community. I’ve already discovered many incredible blogs and engaged with interesting people from across the globe. It’s amazing how shared experiences unite us, even in this intangible sphere we call the internet.

My readership has hit triple figures which, for some, isn’t particularly impressive. But for me, it has always been about quality (not quantity) and my 107 followers are quite a dynamic group. Many of you “like” and comment on my blog entries regularly, which I adore. Others simply prefer to read quietly in the background. Either way, our shared connection means the world to me. I want to turn the tables and invite you to ask me whatever is on your mind – questions about N, writing tips, anything goes! Leave them in a comment below and I’ll edit my answers into this post. It has been an enjoyable 89 days so far. And on this day, dear readers, I raise my glass of wine to you.

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Day 85: Daddy’s Girl and The Number One Man

I’ve always had a special relationship with my father. As the oldest child and the athlete of the family, I bonded with Dad over sports and a shared love of food. He’s my go-to resource when I need career advice, car maintenance tips, or any other guidance. I’m a “Daddy’s girl,” but I never knew how sentimental my father was until my mother shared something with me a year ago.

“I think Dad is going through some sort of mid-life crisis,” she mused, playfully.

“Oh, yeah?” I replied. “What did he say this time?”

“He said that he’s going to be sad when you get married, because that means he’ll no longer be the number one man in your life.”

Mom and I joked about Dad’s statement, but I was touched by his surprising confession. I’ve always viewed him as the confident protector and family provider – not someone who ever feels scared or unsure.

Last weekend, my father met N. It was the first time I’d ever introduced a significant other to my family, so I felt slightly anxious. But N, with his good nature and charisma, got along famously with everyone. My parents had nothing but positive words to say about him. Fast-forward to yesterday morning. After getting ready for work, I discovered that my car wouldn’t start. Already texting N at the time, I explained my issue. I’m a complete novice with mechanics, so a mild panic began to form. N immediately called and walked me through the process while simultaneously calming my nerves. Later that evening, I spoke with my mother on the phone.

“I’m so glad your car is fixed. By the way, Dad was sad that you went to N for help instead of him,” she revealed, letting out a soft laugh.

I empathized with my poor sweet father. He was again experiencing that same feeling of insecurity about forfeiting his place as the number one man. But, I remember the exact moment when I realized his insecurity had started to turn into pride. Dad is an avid Facebook user who thoughtfully crafts every status update. He gets excited about “likes” and comments, and he carefully selects which photos he shares with the world. I randomly visited his page, and a single photo highlighted on his timeline caught my eye. My father had posted a picture of N and me. “N and K came to visit us for an October birthday celebration,” his caption proudly stated.

Discovering that Dad chose to display a photo of N made me smile. He was finally ready to pass the torch.

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Day 84: The Birthday Conclusion

The champagne colored dress fit like a glove and put my legs on full display. As I stepped out of the bathroom, N’s eyes lit up. He looked equally impressive in his tailored suit jacket and deep v-neck shirt. We had dinner reservations at Morgan’s, a sophisticated restaurant led by James Beard award-winning chef, Jimmy Schmidt. The restaurant was located at the resort, but it was too far for me to walk in six-inch tall stilettos. After making a quick phone call, N escorted me outside where our driver and private golf cart awaited.

The warm atmosphere at Morgan’s was incredibly chic. The tables were clustered in a central location, except for one special booth at the front of the restaurant which overlooked the entire dining room. Naturally, N had reserved the booth for this occasion. After a pleasantly stiff drink, I dined on a fresh beet salad with candied walnuts and goat cheese (my favorite) and a red-spiced salmon filet atop a sweet corn and scallion cake. The restaurant even sent over a luscious ice cream sundae sprinkled with homemade caramel corn, in celebration of my birthday. The cusine and the overall vibe of the restaurant were perfection. Post-dinner, N and I  lounged in the hot tub, appreciating the subdued Palm Springs evening.

We eventually retreated to our villa and relaxed out on the balcony. It was past 11:00 PM, but the temperature outside was a perfect 74 degrees. Happily drunk and feeling frisky, N and I enjoyed the privacy of our enclosed balcony to the fullest extent. We laid side by side afterward, peering upward and counting the number of stars in the sky. I’m so grateful for my amazing birthday weekend in Palm Springs. Better than a present or piece of jewelry, N gave me an entire experience. Every woman dreams of being with a man who has the perfect degree of romance and charm. A man who’s equal parts dominant and caring. I urge all of those women to continue dreaming. And, they can take it from me…I haven’t woken up yet.

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