A Lethargic Weekend

Why is that we so rarely choose to connect with other human beings? Even as the younger sibling of 14 other older children, I sometimes felt alone. Why was/is that? Why is it so hard for us to connect with a individual from our own species? Maybe because we are so content to look AT one another that we rarely SEE each other. For example, my siblings know me as their baby sister, the aunt of their children, the tallest of all our sisters and the first to graduate college. But anyone can know this information – it’s in all my on-line profiles. What do my brothers and sisters SEE when they look AT me? I’m almost afraid to ask.

I get off work early on Friday, at 4:40. I’ve already cleared the evening to spend with him. Very excited and flustered, I rush home to grab some clothes to put in my overnight bag. We’re supposed to go see a movie- either Terminator: Salvation, The Hangover, or Star Trek- so of course I’m thinking I need a cute outfit to wear (we’ll talk more about this later).

Customary kisses greet me when I arrive. He has chocolate kisses – they’re powerful, addictive, and could be sold wherever Visa credit cards are accepted. As soon as I arrive, we’re leaving to go get food (Yes!!!). Pizza (Of course!).

While we’re out getting food, I tell him that I haven’t eaten ALL day- that I’ve skipped lunch. He asks if I ate breakfast – “No. I can’t eat in the morning,” I tell him. Its true- my stomach always feels nauseous and gassy in the morning.

“Why don’t you try a breakfast smoothie. You know… those yogurt ones,” he suggests.

I ask him, “Are they good?”

“No! They’re nasty!”– It’s silent before laughter erupts from my body. I’m tickled pink and I begin mocking him. I lower voice to mimic him and he starts to laugh as well. We’ve only been around each other that day for 10 minutes and we’re already sharing good memories with each other. It was destined to be a good weekend.

We’re more relaxed around each other this time around. We make lots of plans but only follow through on 1 of them- we finally see Terminator: Salvation. Neffie and Everett joins us (Another Double Date). Remember when I thought I needed a cute outfit to wear…well I didn’t even try it on that night. He said that I didn’t need to. “You already got your man. You don’t need it.” I got a man! WoW! I knew we were in a relationship but to hear him say it so candidly was unexpected. I apperciate his feelings on the matter, so I decided to re-dress in the outfit I had on and just freshen up. I didn’t even wear underwear because he suggested it. LoL!

It was a good movie and he enjoyed himself throughly. It was action packed and viloence filled- a perfect guy movie (he hates “girl” movies). I also enjoyed it, but for a different reason… he held me the entire time, delivered a couple of kisses, massaged my shoulders when I laid my head in his lap (Sigh!!!). Movie Tickets – $36. Concession Goodies (including beer, popcorn, and chicken) – $40. Getting his attention while watching Terminator: Salvation- PRICLESS. Very nice and tender moments, very PDA approved.

How does the rest of the weekend proceed? We R.E.S.T.!!! Saturday – we got up at 3 PM. Sunday – we got up at 6 PM. We eat in between the times and snuggle the rest of the times. It was perfect. It was fantastic. It went by too fast. Fucking Monday!!!!

Hugs & Kisses XOXO

I called to tell him about my work day so far. It wasn’t something to brag about. I’m surprised that I didn’t fall on my butt –> I’ve done that a couple of times in the short 3 weeks at Chase. I really must watch where I’m going… and how fast… and not wear any stilettos.

He asks if I’m coming to VISIT him after work? I hate that word…visit. That means I’m not staying over, that means I have to sleep by myself . I wasn’t too thrilled after hearing that, but at least I get to see him for a few hours. I get off of work early but my sister needs my car for a couple of hours (Shit!). So I was at the house, working on my personal websites and daydreaming. Hours fly by on the clock.

He calls me around 8:40 pm. He was defending his title against Cutty and Everett at pool. He’s also a little intoxicated. How do I know? Because he’s repeating himself and he’s claiming that I don’t love him. WHAT?!! Is he serious or is that him being funny? He’s serious! He said that I don’t love him because I didn’t take care of him the other night when he was sick- rubbing his back, holding him, fixing him chicken noodle soup. But I asked him what he needed, what he needed from me. He said orange juice! -no back rubs, no coodling. Now he’s upset because I didn’t do more. That makes me angry – I’m not a mind reader. If I ask you what you need, then please tell me… tell me that you want a back rub. I’m sorry that it wasn’t enough, I’ll promise to try harder. Just tell me!

He said that maybe he should get a girlfriend and I’m thinking what the hell am I. He probably has one already and he’s just using the other night as an excuse to get rid of me. To that I say, again: JUST TELL ME! I’ll cry and will be heartbroken. What woman wouldn’t be when the love of her life says he wants to move on. But I’d do it to make him happy.

Once again I’m confused and upset. I fall asleep later that night and awaken an hour later to him whispering to me and playing with my right nipple. “Do I have to rub your nipples to get you to pay attention to me,” he says. WTF! You always have my undivided attention. I love you. Don’t you know what that encompasses? It means EVERYTHING!

He makes love to me – it felt so good and so right. “I love you and you won’t even pay attention to me,” he says that while making me gasp for breath after breath, making me beg, and making me moan. OHHHHHH, Big Daddy you felt so incredible. But I wanted to cry just then – how did everything get so mixed up. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I’m ashamed of myself, what type of woman am I to make her man feel unloved and unwanted. I want to cry…I am crying.

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