An update after quite an exciting weekend.
Although I've not been able to apply the advice here as strictly as I could, I have decreased my amount of contact with this woman considerably. As detailed above, just one coffee and chat and the next day, I met her from work and gave her the cash for my concert ticket, plus a very few texts.
First-up, on Friday night I was out with workmates and had a splendid evening with a good meal, a hint of an important job and visits to a few nice pubs. Three of us, including a very attractive lady are going to be doing something similar next week too.
She texted me after she she got home from work, saying it had been a long shift and she hoped I was having a good night. I could also look past her's if I wanted on my way back. I didn't and I took quite a few hours to respond, only when I was back home.
On the Saturday, I arrived shortly before we were due to leave for the concert, had a couple of drinks, took her arm and walked her all the way there. Because her boy was home this weekend, we came straight back after and didn't go to any of our usual haunts or dancing. Once back, we uncorked a bottle of wine and got down to rehearsing our songs for the next day, then sang a few others badly, just for fun. All this time, I just concentrated on the task in hand and mand no effort to be close to her or to try and take the evening in any other direction.
Eventually, it was time to sleep, so I just lay down on the couch and she went off to bed but shortly after, she returned still fully dressed and joined me. So I put a pillow over my knees, gestured her to put her head there, adjusted the cover over us and we slept soundly.
Now the Sunday was when things got interesting. We rose pretty late, had breakfast, I spent some time with her boy whilst she got ready and once her pal arrived to look after him, we set off to the session. Once there, I sang my songs pretty early, whilst she arranged slots across the afternoon and instead of getting a seat at the bar, I went and joined some semi-regular customers at a table whilst she came and went. In the meantime, I busied myself chatting to two ladies and an attratctive young woman who was with them. Soon I was up dancing with her and having a good time. Today however, she lacked anyone young to spark-off with, so turned her attention to the pub dyke - A rather pathetic and probably alcoholic middle aged woman who can be civil and reasonable company when slightly sober but in the past has seriously hassled her when drunk.
Well, the dyke was drunk today - she had already groped the young woman and my woman was clearly on a wind-up. Sometimes she would dance suggestively with her, sometimes with me and sometimes with the young lady and her pals. As the afternoon progressed, the young one got some elements of the story out of me and the dyke looked like all her christmasses had come at once.
Until the young woman got the wrong end of the stick completely and went off on one big-time. "How could you do this to him - He's lovely!" "You are hurting him so much" "You slut" "He's worth a hundred of you" etc. And launching similar at the dyke too for "stealing" her. Soon her pals are involved and all hell broke loose. Oh gawd!
About this point, I found the quietest corner by the bar, sat down and just let them get on with it. Things were clearly now totally out of hand.
After a while, the young woman dragged me outside and started giving me a piece of her mind about what she thought of her and how I could probably do so much better. Then the dyke came out and they started a slanging match as well. OK, catfight! After that, her two pals came out and soon the younger of them was right in-about dyke, the pair of them knocking lumps out of each other in the road. I got a look back into the pub, to see my lady standing at the bar looking completely lost and out of her depth. About this time the landlord appeared and told the ladies they were all barred and that I wasn't getting back-in tonight. Fine!
The young one then took me by the hand, walked me up the street a bit, into a lane where she started kissing me hard and then launched into a consoling *******! After which, she gave me her number and told me to call her if I "wanted someone who would really treat you right" I thanked her and said I would think about it but still had a way to go with my lady.
Then I walked back towards the pub, could still see a rukus at the door, so ducked down a side street and approached the side entrance, where I met one of the band who was packing his gear away. I'd been holding on to my lady's phone, money and house keys so I asked him to take them in to her and got myself ready to walk away. He asked briefly what was happening, so I told him and his response (about her/dyke) was "That's simply not happening. I'm not giving them to her, you stay right here" I replied that I'd be up in the nearest car park for ten minutes, then I'd be off.
So I wandered up there, smoked a cigarrette and just before going to leave, took a last look back at the pub, to find my lady and the dyke walking up the road together. The dyke was beaten about, bleeding from cuts above the eye, on the lip and with the start of a big black eye. She had also sobered-up considerably and was actually quite civil again. So I sat her down in my car, got the wipes and first aid kit to set about cleaning her up. Once that was done, we set her on the way home and drove to another music bar where rather than start talking about the events, we simply started dancing.
As you can imagine, we were both on a bit of a rush after all this but she was absolutely flying and over the course of the next two hours, inbetween dances, kisses etc I got things like:
"I didn't know how much you meant to me till I thought you had gone away, it about tore me to bits"
"I was just winding her up, if I do that again, will you stop me before it goes so far"
"Great that you had the strength to help **** (the dyke), if somebody had made me that mad, I don't know what I'd have done"
"They don't know, that lot have no idea about what we have together"
"We are together again now - and you don't have to wonder about my sexuality"
And so on.....
I remained totally noncomittal about anything more serious between us FTM this time (said more or less what Igetit! advised) and made it clear the only reason I came back was because I had her keys and phone to get shot of and I didn't want to be responsable for her having trouble getting back to her boy.
After that, I took her back home, where she saw off her childminder (boy had gone to bed) and whilst I was making us a coffee, she quickly stripped down to her underwear and was waiting for me on the couch. I asked if she wanted me to stay and she said yes, so I did. We were both too tired for sex and within a few minutes, she was sound asleep. Although she did wake in the early hours and we spent a while in lighthearted conversation about the day's events.
So now, where next? I intend to hold back the contact further - the only thing planned in the next fortnight is the next Sunday session (if we get back in the door!) and that we are singing a couple of songs at a leaving party for her boss. See how that goes/if she is really ready to offer something more by then?
