Sunny Side Up

Sunny Side Up

SUNNY SIDE UP

IT’S A SUNNY DAY NOW, as my dad likes to say. (I’ll Venmo you a billion dollars if you didn’t unsubscribe the moment you read that.) BECAUSE:

From start to finish, I was like: Oh, this is what a grown man does when he knows exactly what he wants, then goes after it.

This is how a grown man kisses. Damn. This is how a grown man executes that complicated move I thought people only did in movies, despite the fact that he’s probably not as limber as he was in his twenties.

Even: This is how a grown man puts on a condom without making it a thing.

But especially: Oh! This is what it feels like to have sex with someone with whom you have a genuine mutual respect, an insane mutual attraction, and a mutual crush that seems to be developing at an increasingly rapid pace, especially after last night.

… I can’t tell you how refreshing it was to wake up the next morning and not wonder where we stand.

He straight-up told me: “I like you a lot. I want to keep getting to know you. I want to keep seeing you naked, and I want to keep seeing you dressed.” Not exactly verbatim, but pretty much! !!

And finally:

3. Mr. Postman texted, asking me to hang out.

We’re going to go for a dog walk together, which is very sweet, like something out of a Nora Ephron movie.

We have also been texting NONSTOP since last night.

But it also could be just a friend thing?

Ugh, I don’t know. The kiss thing really threw me.

But I can’t be imagining the chemistry. Can I?

3.5. To those of you who are worried about me getting caught in a love triangle: I wouldn’t call this a love triangle yet.

… Mr. Postman may not be into me, for one thing.

He may not be into women, for all I know.

For another: Silver Fox and I haven’t DTR’d.

Yet. Right now, we’re just three adults, consenting to the confusion of hook-up culture when you’re (A) Divorced, (B) Over the age of thirty, (C) Trying to figure out what it is you really want (what you really really want), and/or (D) All of the above…

4. You guys are famous. I probably should have led with this, but, look!

From Elle : “The Only Newsletter You Need to Read, Where the Party Happens in the Comments.”

From The Cut : “I Came for This Newsletter’s Conversations Around Body Confidence; I Stayed for the NL’s Community.”

And then just sharing this meme that made me laugh:

@Lil_Beau_Peep_1993: “Going to tell my kids that Sunny Side Uppers (is that what we’re called??) is the real Breakfast Club.”

Until next time. Keep the comments and the emails coming.