Uly’s got the words…..

After 16 months, finally I and Paul took a break from Alana. We dropped her off at her aunt’s house in Cave Creek on Saturday afternoon, and had a big night out: Indian wedding party in Chandler, adult shop for some naughty toys, bar hopping, "just us" time at home until 2 AM.

It was soooo much fun… and I was at my best, until a tequila shot, a whiskey coke, and a champagne kicked in, I started to feel really excited ;). I told Paul, "We’re not going home."

So we went to Library bar in downtown Tempe, drinking beer and watching the kids dancing. Yippee. It’s spring break. All the bar was packed. Super cute kids were all over. I felt like a little girl in candy land. It was hard to behave. So I told Paul, "Honey, you go smoking outside. Come back later."

A few second after he left, a 20-something boy came to me and picked up some lousy lines, "Hi, are you with someone? My friend said you’re very cute." I replied, "So, you don’t think I’m cute?" He was smiling, "Of course, you’re very cute. But are you with someone?" I just smiled, and finally had to say, "Yes, I’m with someone here." The boy came from Chicago, with four other friends for spring break. Of course they all wanted to get laid, and tried their luck. We had a "friendly" brief conversation until Paul came back to protect his "property". Hahahaha…

Paul asked me what the boy’s pick up lines. I told him, and my husband was laughing out loud. "Stupid boy. If I were him, I would have said, "Hey, are you here with your daddy?" (since Paul’s a lot older than most of the boys in the bar!). Of course he knew you’re here with me. But he’s not smart enough to pick up some witty lines. Knowing you, he is soo not getting anything no matter how cute he is."

That’s what I like about Paul. He is funny, and very secure. He would let me enjoy my time alone with a crowd in the bar, pretending to be single (but I was not allowed to take my wedding ring off. "Just hide your finger," he said). He just smiled when another boy hitting on me saying, "You know you look exactly like my friend in Colorado." I replied, "She must be super cute", and the boy said, "You got it."

I couldn’t stay long. Too much. Paul actually enjoyed the fact that his wife was still desired (actually his term is fuckable) by kids. But I didn’t. It’s good for my damaged confidence. But it’s also torture. It just brought back some old memories, when I was young and free, when I could just talk to a stranger and didn’t feel bad to flirt. So, we walked out the door, and outside the bar I screamed loudly. Aaaaaarggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!! Paul just smiled. He knew me too well. Being committed sometimes frustrated me.

We went home, and did every thing we could think of. It was totally our night. No Alana, no baby to nurture. Just us.

But when we went to bed, I really missed my little girl. I always love watching her sleeping, cuddling with her, kissing her little hands and feet. In the morning, seeing her face always makes me smile, no matter how cranky I am.

I didn’t really sleep well, thinking of Alana. So in the morning, I didn’t wait too long to pick her up. She was just fine when we got her. She didn’t even seem happy to see me. But when we’re back home, she didn’t let me go at all. She’s suddenly very clingy and demanding. I guess, she missed me a lot too…