Hmmm. Nor has N contacted me even late last night nor at all yet this a.m. Typically we're emailing and texting and phone calling from early a.m. until late p.m. I know what type of Italian red wine he's picking up right then on sale in what grocery store and details when he's making dinner (he likes to cook, I finally told him I'd clean up, weed the garden, eat with him, but I don't care to cook), his children's schedules, when his meetings are, what they're about (he once decided he didn't need to shave for a meeting with (high up official), but made a point to go ahead and run on "the mall" with the idea that he'd stop by his gym to (shower and) shave before going out with me. "I rank above an (high up official)?" He laughed, nodding before kissing me again.
Heck, our last outing, he was even more open with me, emotionally, tearing up at one point. (Hey, macho men out there, he had reason to. At a minimum, N's had his brother die this past spring (cancer), and a friend die less than 2 weeks ago (freak motorcycle accident). I've been more open, more vulnerable, too. This after we had quite a bit of fun at an outdoor table, live band in the background and great Indian food (I thought was a Thai restaurant oh well).