Waiting to see what's next
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Thursday night, Friday night and Saturday nights was spent with Mr. Man. For a minute, I thought he lived with me. I was in such pain from my foot Thursday evening that I didn�t make it to the second job. Mr. Man came over. Friday morning my foot was still too swollen to even wear shoes so I decided not to go to work. I made breakfast for us. We ate, watched a little TV then he left for work. I went to the second job that night in my slippers. Shortly after I got home that night, Mr. Man came �home�. Saturday morning we lay in bed talking for hours. He finally got up and was off to work again (the busy never ending life of a Real Estate agent). Saturday night, we (Mr. Man, Rie and T, Mr. Mans best bud and I) went out to eat. Sunday morning, Mr. Man takes me to the airport. I had a short two-day conference in Pasadena. When I returned Monday night, I saw Mr. Man and his little one in the security line at the airport. He was leaving to go to LA for a week to visit family. I paused briefly to get a good look at him and how he was interacting with his daughter. Mr. Man and I agree that we should wait a while before I meet the little one. With that in mind, I didn�t bother trying to get his attention as I watched him and his daughter through a thick glass that separated us. I started to call him just to let him know that I liked what I saw, then I remembered that he didn�t have his cell phone with him. In order to get a real vacation and not worry about work he left his cell phone with his co-worker. I just watched the two of them from a distance then proceeded to the baggage claim to meet Rie. When I got home, I emptied my trash. A choir I have forgotten that I am responsible for because Mr. Man has been doing it for me for the past few weeks. That night, I slept in my own bed alone. I missed him being there. I missed his snores. I missed his warmth. I even missed him stealing my covers off of me. He misses me too. He told me so yesterday when I talked to him. Despite the 300 miles or so that separate us this week, he still calls. Everyday. Oh and did I mention that Mr. Man thinks he is falling in love with me. He said so early Friday morning when his dick was hard. I gave him a look that said I wasn�t buying it. Later, before breakfast but after his dick was no longer hard, I asked him if was serious about the love thing. He said yes. I think he is nuts. Not that I�m not loveable, I just think maybe it�s too soon. Maybe. Since my expertise in love is limited, it would be hard for me to say what he is feeling is not love. The L word of course threw me for a loop. It scares me. Normally, I would have put on my Nikes and ran from such silliness. I�m done running. I�m gonna stick around this time and find out what will happen next. |
3:53 p.m. || March 23, 2005 |
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