Dad & the Date

So the last few days have been somewhat interesting...My father flew into town solely to help me move into my new place - let's just say for the record, "Dads are amazing!".
But, I was a bit nervous about him meeting Smoking Jacket and, quite frankly, even more nervous to see how Smoking Jacket would be around my Dad.
Needless to say, as soon as they met it was like they knew each other for quite some time. They had no problem talking, asking each other questions, telling stories - mostly which involved me, and drinking beers together.
I had to leave early this morning for the airport (much earlier flight than my father's return flight), so Smoking Jacket agreed to drive my Dad to the airport later by himself. After interrogating both parties later today, it seems the little jaunt to the airport was just fine without me. I just hope not too much fun. I don't want 20 questions from Dad after this and I don't want Smoking Jacket to like my Dad more than me. (There's a fine line, just in case you were wondering or think I'm crazy.)
My conclusion is this: It's funny how a guy you date on and off can get along much better with your father from the get-go than a man you were married to for several years. It was great. Maybe I am not as worried to please the 'rents anymore or maybe my Dad just likes seeing me smile after everything that has happened in the last couple years. Either way, we all had a great time and drank too much wine and beer over a 4 day period.

The toothbrush...

So, the Smoking Jacket has been trying his damnedest to make it right. But, he still couldn't wrap his pretty, little head around "what it is" that would make me happy.
So I told him...It's pretty simple as far as I'm concerned.
My list is short and sweet: someone to hold and be held, kiss and be kissed, listen and listen to, support but challenge and be there when the world feels like it's caving in from all sides.
Ok, the list may not be "simple" but it's definitely short and sweet.
So, without being asked or having to pout (yes, sometimes I will still pull the "pout". Immature? Maybe. Does it work? More often than not.), he has started to just kiss me out of the blue, hold my hand, play with my hair. Gotta admit...I wasn't sure I wanted all this even after I asked for it - but damn, it really feels good.
Well, the show is on and whether it is an epic tale or a documentary short film, he "left" his toothbrush at my place a few days ago and hasn't taken it back. It's his "statement", his "mark on his territory", his "attempt at trying". Whatever it is, I think he may be around for a little while longer than we all anticipated. *sigh*
And let's just say, I'm not kicking him out of bed for leaving crumbs (or toothbrushes) behind. At least not this week.

why date kate?

So, over the course of several years and many friends' suggestions, I have been asked to write a story about my life.
Not sure why mine is so much more unique than the next girl's, but I do have many stories to tell. Many funny, some sad and too many that could only happen to me.
I have decided to focus most of my tales on my dating experiences...because as my friends can tell you, my dating stories are truly experiences that can not be made up or imagined. This stuff really happens and it happens to ME!
So, here we go...The journey has begun and you are in for the ride of your life - ok, maybe not your life, but at least a fun detour for the time being.