He sprawls out on our futon, surrounded by cast aside clothing and his macbook, a few issues of Mutant X beside him. He's sniffling, which means his allergies are acting up. Every now and again, I hear him crack his jaw.
I know if I turn to look at him behind me, he'll look up from whatever he's doing and grin at me. We'll make eyes at each other from a few feet away, smile, and say our 'I love you's before going back ot our separate activities. We spent our Saturday night in bed, reading comics, listening to Richard Cheese, the Buzzocks and the Stooges, while eating french toast in between breaks of having the best sex of my life. Last night we walked to the grocery store at 2 am to get margarita mix and he mocked my taste in music. I chased him with a stick I found. He just laughed and ran away.
We're so hot right now.
Today I was sick. Lines of worry flashed little wrinkly lightning-bolts across his forehead as he tended to me with all the care of a nursemaid. He made me rest while he made me a grilled cheese sandwich. He came in the room minutes later, with the sandwich on a plate and a slightly forlorn look cartooned upon his beautifully sculpted face. "I'm sorry, honey,' he'd said, handing me the grilled cheese and tomato, 'I tried to make it perfect for you...I added garlic and that mesquite spice you like and everything...and I went to add a bit of oil of oregano to the pan and I kind of...spilled it. I ruined your sandwich. I'm sorry." He looked so cute with his penitent face on, so much like an adorable sad puppy, that I wanted to grab his hair, throw him down on the bed, and fuck his brains out, had not the massive cramps running through my body made it incapable for me to do so. The sandwich, upon the first bite, indeed turned out to be inedible. He's sweet for trying, but I'll cook all of our meals from now on.
I told you in a previous entry that I'd modelled for the Plastik Wrap catalogue...here are a few images from their website:
What's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to you?
xoxo
love lucy
I know if I turn to look at him behind me, he'll look up from whatever he's doing and grin at me. We'll make eyes at each other from a few feet away, smile, and say our 'I love you's before going back ot our separate activities. We spent our Saturday night in bed, reading comics, listening to Richard Cheese, the Buzzocks and the Stooges, while eating french toast in between breaks of having the best sex of my life. Last night we walked to the grocery store at 2 am to get margarita mix and he mocked my taste in music. I chased him with a stick I found. He just laughed and ran away.
We're so hot right now.
Today I was sick. Lines of worry flashed little wrinkly lightning-bolts across his forehead as he tended to me with all the care of a nursemaid. He made me rest while he made me a grilled cheese sandwich. He came in the room minutes later, with the sandwich on a plate and a slightly forlorn look cartooned upon his beautifully sculpted face. "I'm sorry, honey,' he'd said, handing me the grilled cheese and tomato, 'I tried to make it perfect for you...I added garlic and that mesquite spice you like and everything...and I went to add a bit of oil of oregano to the pan and I kind of...spilled it. I ruined your sandwich. I'm sorry." He looked so cute with his penitent face on, so much like an adorable sad puppy, that I wanted to grab his hair, throw him down on the bed, and fuck his brains out, had not the massive cramps running through my body made it incapable for me to do so. The sandwich, upon the first bite, indeed turned out to be inedible. He's sweet for trying, but I'll cook all of our meals from now on.
I told you in a previous entry that I'd modelled for the Plastik Wrap catalogue...here are a few images from their website:
What's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to you?
xoxo
love lucy
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people dont really have that side to them anymore it seems. ive done many more romantic things for girls than have been done upon me. not to say that i dont feel appreciated.. just romance... is different now i think.
sad.