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Sean Fears (2) The Middle

Updated on October 8, 2011

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The Start of Something

Sean and I exchanged telephone numbers. Cell phones did not exist then. I really didn’t know if he was going to call or not. This was not my game plan. I truly did not know what to do. I wanted to throw him in the car with us and take him with me and talk. But, of course, I couldn’t just throw Joann out. How would she get home? Plus, she was my bestest friend and we were going to celebrate my last car payment.

Once we got to the restaurant, I couldn’t stop thinking about Sean. We talked about him and other things for a while before we went home. We talked about him in the car once we got to my home. We talked about him on the telephone once we were in our separate homes. He was our topic of conversation for the next two days.

I met him on a Monday. He called on Wednesday. This time I wasn’t speechless.

He asked if he could come to my home and talk. Get to know me, he said. I gave him the address. He asked if he could bring something. I asked for Pepsi. He came around 7:00 pm, Wednesday night. He was just as handsome as ever. He wore blue jeans this time with a white t-shirt. And a ball cap. Once we got past the preliminaries. He asked more detailed questions. I asked more detailed questions. We drank the Pepsi together and I offered him a meal. He declined and said, “Maybe next time.” He left around 9:00 pm. I couldn’t wait to call Joann and tell her. We talked about it for the next three hours.

Sean called again on Thursday and asked if he could come over on Friday. I said, “Yes.”

He came around 6:30pm. He brought a Pepsi. I was cooking spaghetti and invited him to have some. He accepted. While the dinner was cooking, I had soft music playing. He asked me the strangest thing, he asked If I wanted to dance? I hesitated, but accepted the invitation. We slow danced to some smooth jazz and I fell in love with him at that moment. The way he held me. The way he guided me in the dance. The way he moved so sensually. I fell in love with the man.

That night after dinner, we talked for four hours. The way he openly shared his life with me, scared me. In today’s world we would call it TMI (too much information). But I didn’t judge. I listened. I felt compassion for him. He was hurting. He was in deep pain. He needed to let it out.

Sean Fears

Sean Fears (1) The Beginning

Sean Fears (2) The Middle

Sean Fears (3) The Middle Part A

Sean Fears (4) The End

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