So off we go!

Here goes; the second chapter in my book of life! The introduction clearly states that I wanted my family most, I tried everything I could, but for some, everything isn't enough. I have a new friend, her name is Erin and she is a true beauty. I met her completely by chance through my daughter and her desire to get new hair. Ky got her hair done as part of her Christmas present last year, and when she needed something new done, we went back to Erin, the same stylist at the same salon. I had a nice conversation with her as they were getting started, then I left so they could have some "girl time." I have been told I flirt in my normal conversations with women, if I get this from anyone, it's from my Grandad and like anything else I got from him, I am proud of it. He was the best man I ever met and will be my hero forever. I went and had lunch with my brother and went back to check on Ky. They were just rinsing her hair when I got there, Erin and I had another nice visit as she finished Ky's hair. The new hair was done, and it was time to pay the bill, we went to the counter, got the total and I signed the receipt. The last time we were there, Erin gave me a business card with her schedule on it, and this time was no different. She handed me the card, I looked at it, and commented "another business card with no home phone number?" She said "ya, and next time you're late, I expect flowers." We had been late to the appointment because of a soccer game. Sorry. This was all fine, and would have probably just passed as a cute comment, but then she winked at me. I like to wink, and like to be winked at, but the bigger issue here is that I love to buy flowers, and jewelry for that matter, and I have great taste in both. This hair appointment was on a Saturday, so all day Sunday I thought about flowers. By Monday, I figured fuck it, I called my florist, and sent her flowers at work. I was pleased with my decision and was sharing with friends at work, when a girl says "I would love for you to send me flowers too, but my husband wouldn't like it." It was at this point that it hit me, I never bothered to ask her about her relationship status! The flowers are on their way, what can I do now? Again, fuck it, all I can do is wait until I get home to check my answering machine. It was a long wait, but well worth it. I got home, sent my kids outside to play, and pushed the button. "Hi this is Erin, the flowers are beautiful, thank you! My number is 430-2***, call me if you want to." I did, and asked if her husband/boyfriend was going to kill me. She had no husband or boyfriend....Yeah! So we talk some, hang out, she's interested, I'm interested, but still this "mayhem" that I deal with. I live an honest life, so I am very open with her in the fact that I have a wife that I hope will come home. She is honest too (nice change) and agrees with families staying together; she has been completely supportive in all that I do in that part of my life. Recently I have come to realize that the last chapter in this book has closed and will not be re-opened. It was a bad decision; I hate it and I always will, but as I have said many times, it wasn't my choice. I invited Erin to my softball games last night and she came. I was a little uncomfortable when she first got there, but I relaxed as soon as her daughter ran up to me yelling my name and hugged my leg. If I had another daughter, her name would have been Kaycee, and although Erin spelled it different, it is neat to have a little girl around with that name. Coincidence? Anyway, it was nice to have them there, I introduced her to several people and I look forward to her being around more. This is the new chapter so far, moving on. Thanks S for the push, I guess maybe you were right, I hope you and I are still ok. I look forward to the future and all it holds. Smile kids, the sun will rise tomorrow on another beautiful day!!