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Douglas - pt.1
His name is Douglas, which I didn't find out until later, and I first saw him at church. Yes, I go to church, and yes, that's where I saw him. My wife and I had just dropped the kiddos off at Sunday School and sat down towards the front of the gym (it's a new church and that's where they hold the services, for now) a few rows back from the stage. Being the consummate people watcher that I am it never occurs to me to only look forward - I look in every direction because there's so much to see.
As I turned towards the rear of the gym I made immediate eye contact with him; I guess he noticed the motion of me turning my head and looked my way, because by the time I looked all the way back we did that eye contact thing that I just mentioned. I held it for just long enough to be more than a casual glance, but not too long it seemed I wanted to jump his bones. In that instant I knew he was someone I should keep my eye on. He had (has) a shaved head. Actually, his hair's about an eighth of an inch long - very short. I noticed the dark eyes. Couldn't see the bod because he was sitting about 7 rows back, but no biggie. A couple of times before the service began I did my look-around a couple of times and noticed that there was a woman sitting next to him that I presumed was his wife, and two little girls.
I should explain about myself. While I think the Bachelors of this world (you know, the show on t.v.) are hot and all, I'm usually attracted the normal Joes - or Douglass' as the case may be. He just looked like an average guy.
After the service I stole a quick glance and knew that he was a cowboy - hubba, hubba! It must have been the combination of the dark blue, tight-fitting Wranglers and brown suede cowboy hat-in-hand that gave it away. No front shot because he was walking towards the rear of the gym. He's got the kind of ass that if you weren't into sucking ass, you would be after you saw him. Just my opinion.
The next Sunday came and I saw him sitting in the same area, this time alone. I made it a point to sit a few rows ahead of him. The way the seats are angled as your walking up the aisle, you can usually get a glimpse of the person's crotch before they notice that you're looking. And glimpse I did. The Wranglers again. Decent package. Turn away before he sees you looking, Mark, I told myself. I sat down and waited for my wife to come in from dropping the kids off - glancing around as usual. I made a mental note to sit no further than one row ahead of him, since I would have a better visual of his package as I people watched. Plus I was too far away from him to shake his hand when it comes time in the service to introduce yourselves to each other, and I wanted to be able to introduce myself. At this point he was just eye candy but I was drawn to him like bees to honey. I can't explain it. I've tried asking myself why. I even prayed about it - what is it about him, I asked God on many occasions - many. Every week I looked forward to sitting near the cowboy; never on the same row because it would be too obvious for me to check him out.
A few weeks after I first laid eyes on him, I thought I spied him at the church Harvest Fair (Halloween party). There were lots of people and I recognized the top of his head - he was sitting - but couldn't tell if it was him or not. I started thinking about him a LOT. On alternating Sundays he had the two girls with him, but not the woman. I figured somewhere in there was a divorce.
A couple of weeks later I actually was able to introduce myself. By this point we had recognized each other and would nod or say howdy each Sunday. I would always hurry my ass up from dropping off one kid (my wife dropped off the other) to make it to the gym and ensure that we'd get a seat near the cowboy. Again, there was something very strong drawing me to him. I figured it was a sex thing, but you never know. There have been a couple of other times in my life that I would see someone in class when I was in college and say to myself, "I'd like to get to know that person," without ever even speaking to them. Weird, huh? Anyway, those times the person turned out to be some of the most significant relationships - friendships, really - that I'd had.
But the cowboy was funny. Several times if I saw him out in the lobby before service started I'd go and sit in the same area we always did, but in front of someone else - that way he'd end up sitting in the row in front of me, which he always did in that situation. Sometimes with the girls, sometimes not. This gave me great time to check out his great ass. Luckily, our church opens up singing 4-5 five songs, during the whole time the congregation stands. Yum! He had that cowboy stance: left thumb in front pocket, leaning fully on his right leg while the left one was out from his bod a bit. Everything about him said "MAN." From the way he pulled his chair up, to the way he scratched his head (all fingers curled), to the way he stood..... And he definitely had man hands; it was obvious he used his hands in his work because they were thick but not gross.
The time came in the service to say "hello" and he turned around and said "I'm Douglas." "I'm Mark" I replied, not wanting to risk saying more and spluttering something stupid out. Douglas - now the cowboy has a name.
Time marched on and the one thing I noticed about him was that when the two girls were with him, he was always cutting up with them. It reminded me of my grandma and I, sitting in church nudging each other to point out someone's dopey hat or demeanor. Anyhow, Douglas was always giving the girls peppermints. One Sunday he surprised me by holding one up over his shoulder (he was sitting in front of me), which was obviously for me. I reached for it and thanked him. About 10 minutes later, up comes another mint. He wasn't even looking at me but I knew it was mine. To me that said something about him - shit, more things to draw me to this man. Yeesh!
A few weeks after we exchanged names was the Christmas Program, which was great. Douglas sat in front of me with his daughters (as it turned out) and some other family members. During the greeting he introduced me to the woman I had first seen him with. It was his sister. I had never seen him with a wedding band on, but that doesn't mean anything today. Hell, I've put on a few pounds and can't wear mine because it's irritating. I was in such heat for this guy - I can't even express it. It was more than just wanting him to go where no man had gone before (at least w/ me); there was just something that attracted me to him in a major way. He exuded quiet masculinity, while I'm just a guy. Maybe that was it - the quite masculinity thing. God only knows.
The first week in January we had our first conversation. It had been four months since I had first seen Douglas. As was normal he sat in the row ahead of me, but this time turned around and said "How's it goin', guy."
"Fine, Douglas, how're you?"
"Doin' fine, sir." Yes you are, pal.
So we started talking, all the while with him craning his head around. I decided to be bold, told him that I didn't want him breaking his neck to talk to me and I got up, moved to his row, and sat down two seats away - just enough room for him to sit his cowboy hat on the seat between us. I asked him if the girls were his daughters; he said yes. Were are they? They're with their mother this weekend....I'm a divorced man.
To be continued - obviously.
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