It has occured to me that I haven't ever really shared the details of how this beautiful Canadian boy came to share my California bedroom with me.
In the beginning of June, I was dicking around on SG and I saw a post that Clara had made to the "Hot Members" thread. Since she is usually pretty aloof, I checked out the boys she had posted. One of them was pale_blue_eyes. I thought he was one of the most gorgeous things I had ever seen so I left a comment in his journal.
He responded and after going back and forth in journals for awhile we decided to go to the SG chat to talk. That was at midnight.
At 1:00 am the next day, we said goodbye.
Yes, our first conversation was 25 hours long. It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Six days later, he flew out to visit for my birthday.
It has been three months, he hasn't gone home yet. He has, however, gotten a job and enrolled in school and moved everything he owns into our new apartment.
I remember the first night, the way my stomach would flip and flutter everytime the AIM box would flash orange. I was so excited to see what he had to say next. I remember the way I got scared as the hours past, scared that he might go to bed or go to shower or eat or do something besides talk to me. But he didn't. For 25 hours.
It's awkward sometimes. "So, where did you meet him?" "On a porn site."
"And you're living together?" "We've been living together since the day I met him."
"Is he wearing make-up?" "Yes.
"
But, sometimes, you just know. I guess what I'm choking and tripping over is this: I have finally sacked up and gotten over my fears. I don't care what anybody says or thinks anymore. As of this morning, pale_blue_eyes is my boyfriend, officially. I love him & fuck anyone who has a dilemma with that.
In the beginning of June, I was dicking around on SG and I saw a post that Clara had made to the "Hot Members" thread. Since she is usually pretty aloof, I checked out the boys she had posted. One of them was pale_blue_eyes. I thought he was one of the most gorgeous things I had ever seen so I left a comment in his journal.
He responded and after going back and forth in journals for awhile we decided to go to the SG chat to talk. That was at midnight.
At 1:00 am the next day, we said goodbye.
Yes, our first conversation was 25 hours long. It was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. Six days later, he flew out to visit for my birthday.
It has been three months, he hasn't gone home yet. He has, however, gotten a job and enrolled in school and moved everything he owns into our new apartment.
I remember the first night, the way my stomach would flip and flutter everytime the AIM box would flash orange. I was so excited to see what he had to say next. I remember the way I got scared as the hours past, scared that he might go to bed or go to shower or eat or do something besides talk to me. But he didn't. For 25 hours.
It's awkward sometimes. "So, where did you meet him?" "On a porn site."
"And you're living together?" "We've been living together since the day I met him."
"Is he wearing make-up?" "Yes.
"
But, sometimes, you just know. I guess what I'm choking and tripping over is this: I have finally sacked up and gotten over my fears. I don't care what anybody says or thinks anymore. As of this morning, pale_blue_eyes is my boyfriend, officially. I love him & fuck anyone who has a dilemma with that.
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but no, you had to one up me.
feels good, tho' don't it?
and you should take your cock of aerosal's mouth long enough so the two of you can contribute actual, you know, writing to the writer's group.