Ahhhh the perfect way to spend my first day of recovery--having a fabulous lunch on the patio of a very cool restaurant with DTVCB. The fact that the waitress was hot just made it all that much better for him. He is such a boy sometimes.
Of course the question of commitment came up. Now that HRG has embarked on, well, whatever this is, does this mean that maybe, just maybe, she might actually have to commit to something? Or is this really a Commitphobe's dream come true? The perfect relationship. Unable to commit to anyone here because of feelings for LDK, unable to commit totally to him because he's conveniently (not to mention safely) on the other side of the country.
I think I need to sleep on this.
For a really long time.
HRG
Monday, March 20, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
Ostara
Ok babies, I should be in bed, sleeping off this headache and very upset stomach. Left work at noon yesterday, when to tell you the truth, I shouldn't have even gone in at all.
Went out to jam on Wed. nite. Wasn't feeling all that great, but you know, there's nothing like being adored by many, many, cute boys to make you feel better. It didn't work. Stopped at the drugstore before going home yesterday. Even though taking otc drugs is not my thing, the Pharmacist convinced me that gravol would probably be the only thing that would stand in the way of my getting the Gold Medal for Cookie Tossing. What he didn't tell me is that two of those pretty pink pills would make me sleep for a bajillion hours. Who knew that something so teeny and tiny could knock you out SO hard??
It's Ostara today. Equal hours of day and night. Officially it's Spring. A time of re-birth and new, fresh beginnings. This year I'm ready for them. The new beginnings.
Of course, they'll have to wait. Until April 14th. At 3:26 p.m.
HRG
Went out to jam on Wed. nite. Wasn't feeling all that great, but you know, there's nothing like being adored by many, many, cute boys to make you feel better. It didn't work. Stopped at the drugstore before going home yesterday. Even though taking otc drugs is not my thing, the Pharmacist convinced me that gravol would probably be the only thing that would stand in the way of my getting the Gold Medal for Cookie Tossing. What he didn't tell me is that two of those pretty pink pills would make me sleep for a bajillion hours. Who knew that something so teeny and tiny could knock you out SO hard??
It's Ostara today. Equal hours of day and night. Officially it's Spring. A time of re-birth and new, fresh beginnings. This year I'm ready for them. The new beginnings.
Of course, they'll have to wait. Until April 14th. At 3:26 p.m.
HRG
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Why Play With Matches?
.....when you can play with fire? Oh, it's definitely more dangerous, but let's all admit it babies, the thrill is in the hunt.
Yes it is and we all know it. Some of us just prefer to play with our prey before we actually kill it.
Yes we do and we all know it.
It's been a long six days, many thanks to DTVCB for the early morning encouragement call. I should promise not to go on and on and on about *Him* at tomorrow's lunch.
Except that he says he'll be here April 13th. I'll believe it when he actually walks down the ramp. We've had a couple of very long and wonderful phone conversations, but then it almost always starts like that doesn't it? He has a wicked and very sharp sense of humor, very much like mine. I haven't laughed that much since the first time I wore the infamous *braille* tank top to a jam. Yes, I told him I have this little fear of commitment. He's good with that, and, being the man he is, feels he's up to the challenge.
But he has to get here first. There's a very definite connection, that he'd be willing to fly across the country to see what, if anything, it is. I hope he does.
But..........what if he doesn't?
HRG
Yes it is and we all know it. Some of us just prefer to play with our prey before we actually kill it.
Yes we do and we all know it.
It's been a long six days, many thanks to DTVCB for the early morning encouragement call. I should promise not to go on and on and on about *Him* at tomorrow's lunch.
Except that he says he'll be here April 13th. I'll believe it when he actually walks down the ramp. We've had a couple of very long and wonderful phone conversations, but then it almost always starts like that doesn't it? He has a wicked and very sharp sense of humor, very much like mine. I haven't laughed that much since the first time I wore the infamous *braille* tank top to a jam. Yes, I told him I have this little fear of commitment. He's good with that, and, being the man he is, feels he's up to the challenge.
But he has to get here first. There's a very definite connection, that he'd be willing to fly across the country to see what, if anything, it is. I hope he does.
But..........what if he doesn't?
HRG
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