I got home from Tony's house shortly ago. On the drive home, I was very aware of this peculiar state of being. My first thought was that I was feeling emotionally numb, and then I realized that was very wrong. I wasn't numb, I was at peace. It was beautiful, and I'm still feeling some residuals. At peace is apparently the hangover from the kind of happy he makes me ever second I'm around him. Soon the craving for him will take over entirely, but now, mmmmm.
I headed over to his place yesterday after work. I was going to surprise him, but seeing as he wouldn't be there until the next morning, I couldn't take the stress of staying at his place all night dreading the small chance he wouldn't be terribly thrilled to find me at his place in the morning (I mean, after a 12 hour work night, I can see not being open to company). So when he called me, I mentioned it to him, and he seemed very receptive, so I followed through with my plan.
It was only a little weird being at his house alone all night; I've felt so comfortable there from day one, and I have nothing but fabulous memories there. My plan was to stay up late, wake up early, before he gets home, make breakfast, eat said breakfast, have fabulous sex, fall back to sleep in his arms. I had toyed with the idea of him waking me up when he got home, but that would have undoubtedly led to sex, and then there would have had to be breakfast, and I wanted to just be able to fall asleep during after-sex cuddle. Maybe next time.
Anyway, my plan proceeded more or less without a hitch. Well, my original idea was to be cooking naked, of course, but then I remembered that his roommate gets off work the same time he does, and that would have been uncomfortable. 
And not having considered this before, I didn't think to bring any cute pajamas or anything, so I had to wear my stupid clothes from the day before. And also, I had only just started breakfast when he came home. Which, ya know, I would have preferred to have had it all timed right and shit, but it was better that he came home when he did instead of slightly later, because later I wouldn't have been able to stop and make out for awhile without burning shit. heh. I'm rambling again. Have you noticed how I tend to do that when it concerns him?
Dude, I totally made crepes and omelets for breakfast. I've never made that shit before. heh. My proudest moment was when I flipped a crepe. And it turned out all circle and crap. It actually looked pretty good, and didn't kill us. I was so proud.
I so need to have more pictures of him. Why don't I take pictures of him, dammit? I seriously can't believe how gorgeous he is sometimes (those sometimes being when I'm looking at him, especially when he's smiling). Especially the smile, and those eyes, and the hair. Mmm. He makes me melt. Really, really does. Damn, I miss him already.
Funny little aside, I was called by his ex's name twice today. The first time was by his roommate's girlfriend, who I met for the first time today. She was like, "Oh, you must be ..." and, ya know, I know she totally didn't mean it, I'm 99% she knew I was me, and not the ex (I don't know if she ever met the ex), it was just one of those things where your mouth forms words your brain isn't thinking, but I think she felt really bad, and I felt bad that she felt bad. Otherwise it didn't bother me none. And then I went and got us dinner at Safeway, and I punched in his home number for the Safeway card thingie, so that the sammichs would count toward his free sammich, and it turns out the card is in his ex's name, so I got a "Thank you, Ms....." I just giggled.
It's kinda funny, but I'm not really used to being awake while he's at work. His old schedule had him working almost exclusively while I was sleeping. With his old schedule, we'd probably be talking right now. But with his old schedule, he didn't have 7 days off in a row. Ya gotta give a little to get a little. heh.
Aww, dammit. I just realized I left the massage oil he gave me at his house. I did so with good reason, because I'll be over there the next time I see him, and I certainly won't be massaging anyone or getting massaged until then, but I forgot that it smells really good, and the it reminds me of him and makes me happy. And now it's at him house, with most of the other things that remind me of him.
Oh well, I still have this chapped nose.
I headed over to his place yesterday after work. I was going to surprise him, but seeing as he wouldn't be there until the next morning, I couldn't take the stress of staying at his place all night dreading the small chance he wouldn't be terribly thrilled to find me at his place in the morning (I mean, after a 12 hour work night, I can see not being open to company). So when he called me, I mentioned it to him, and he seemed very receptive, so I followed through with my plan.
It was only a little weird being at his house alone all night; I've felt so comfortable there from day one, and I have nothing but fabulous memories there. My plan was to stay up late, wake up early, before he gets home, make breakfast, eat said breakfast, have fabulous sex, fall back to sleep in his arms. I had toyed with the idea of him waking me up when he got home, but that would have undoubtedly led to sex, and then there would have had to be breakfast, and I wanted to just be able to fall asleep during after-sex cuddle. Maybe next time.
Anyway, my plan proceeded more or less without a hitch. Well, my original idea was to be cooking naked, of course, but then I remembered that his roommate gets off work the same time he does, and that would have been uncomfortable. And not having considered this before, I didn't think to bring any cute pajamas or anything, so I had to wear my stupid clothes from the day before. And also, I had only just started breakfast when he came home. Which, ya know, I would have preferred to have had it all timed right and shit, but it was better that he came home when he did instead of slightly later, because later I wouldn't have been able to stop and make out for awhile without burning shit. heh. I'm rambling again. Have you noticed how I tend to do that when it concerns him?
Dude, I totally made crepes and omelets for breakfast. I've never made that shit before. heh. My proudest moment was when I flipped a crepe. And it turned out all circle and crap. It actually looked pretty good, and didn't kill us. I was so proud.
I so need to have more pictures of him. Why don't I take pictures of him, dammit? I seriously can't believe how gorgeous he is sometimes (those sometimes being when I'm looking at him, especially when he's smiling). Especially the smile, and those eyes, and the hair. Mmm. He makes me melt. Really, really does. Damn, I miss him already.
Funny little aside, I was called by his ex's name twice today. The first time was by his roommate's girlfriend, who I met for the first time today. She was like, "Oh, you must be ..." and, ya know, I know she totally didn't mean it, I'm 99% she knew I was me, and not the ex (I don't know if she ever met the ex), it was just one of those things where your mouth forms words your brain isn't thinking, but I think she felt really bad, and I felt bad that she felt bad. Otherwise it didn't bother me none. And then I went and got us dinner at Safeway, and I punched in his home number for the Safeway card thingie, so that the sammichs would count toward his free sammich, and it turns out the card is in his ex's name, so I got a "Thank you, Ms....." I just giggled.
It's kinda funny, but I'm not really used to being awake while he's at work. His old schedule had him working almost exclusively while I was sleeping. With his old schedule, we'd probably be talking right now. But with his old schedule, he didn't have 7 days off in a row. Ya gotta give a little to get a little. heh.
Aww, dammit. I just realized I left the massage oil he gave me at his house. I did so with good reason, because I'll be over there the next time I see him, and I certainly won't be massaging anyone or getting massaged until then, but I forgot that it smells really good, and the it reminds me of him and makes me happy. And now it's at him house, with most of the other things that remind me of him.
Oh well, I still have this chapped nose. VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
joscelyne:
Awww! That's so great. I feel squishy inside, too, hehe. And I commend your crepe-flipping talents, because I can't even flip a freakin pancake or egg without it getting all warped-looking!
fatboypezhead:
look I'm sorry about the nose I promise I'll shave next time. I had a great time by the way. when should I be expecting you again?