Has a whole month really gone by since I've blogged? Shame on me. So much going on, and here I go, leaving you, faithful readers of these head scratching writings, hanging, wondering what, if anything, is happening with *Him*. Nothing. At least not this weekend anyway. A very good friend (and deliciously cute boy) convinced me that it probably wouldn't be a very good idea. He was right.
Ok, so publicly I have to admit that DTVCB gives great advice. He does. Even if it hurts, having him tell it like it is really helps HRG get a handle on things. In the nicest, kindest, warmest way, he pointed out that I was doing to MBF exactly what was being done to him. Whether I feel justified in "not wanting to hurt MBF's feelings" or not, this back and forth thing is unkind. And unfair. He was so right. Doesn't hurt to take a little of your own advice from time to time, and my Goddess knows I dish out enough of it. Fair's fair.
The Fates must be bored and have decided to play a game. With me. Ask yourselves this question: "when was the last time I was truly, seriously, kissed?"
In the parking lot at the 'Wheel. It was a weak in the knees, stomach flip-flopping, make you shake kind of kiss. There weren't sparks. There were fireworks. It was amazing.
He pulled me in for a hug and then surprised the breath out of me with *the kiss*. It was tentative and sweet and even if it never happens again, I will never ever forget it. He said he just had to know what it felt like to kiss me. So he did. Many times. We were like teenagers, sneaking off into the parking lot, coming back into the bar grinning and giggling our heads off. MBF thought we were just out there enjoying some of BC's finest.
And I bet you think it was the Rockstar. You're wrong.
It was HTBP.
HRG
