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no. i'm not.
since it's 6.40 am and i just got off the train of shame, just thought i'd discombobulate you, too.
i'm not engaged but i am feeling quite relaxed after a night with B-. (hm, really must leave him a note on the deliterious effects of marijuana on sexual energy.) we caught up, we listened to music, we drank wine, we watched 'the devil's rejects' - it was a lovely evening that actually lasted longer than i anticipated.
after the frolic i thought, well, this is where i shower and go home. no, we hung out, smoked a cig and played with the cat.
after the shower i thought, now i go home. no, we wrapped ourselves in sheets and watched horror movies and drank wine on the couch.
after the movie i thought, surely he's going to say he's wiped and i should go home. but, no. we watched animal planet. (his sense of justice is satisfied seeing abusive people getting arrested for pet neglect.)
after animal planet...no, he ordered another bottle of wine (!!) from the restaurant down the street and somehow convinced to come back to bed.
who was that genial fellow and what happened to my malcontent B-?
4 comments:
That sounds like a lovely evening.
And you got me. I saw that title and I jumped a little inside.
heh.
i'll chalk my little joke up to all those endorphins coursing through my newly laid body.
Ah, you didn't fool me.
Sunday night was good around these parts--except for the abraded elbow.
yeah, i came away with a little bruise on my forearm. it's almost gone now.
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