Driving
So I got my drivers license last week. Yeah, I am kind of old and should have had it years ago. Family emergencies and drama prevented me from getting it for years. I finally spent $400 and hired a driving instructor. I passed the test in the pouring rain. It was such a miracle I almost began to believe in god again, then the shock wore off.
I drove by myself for the first time this last Wednesday. I was a bit scared at first but it wasn't too bad. I drove Irvine Blvd from The Great Park back to my house in downtown Santa Ana. Then I went to the bank, shopping for shoes, then back home. It all went well, and I was feeling confident but tired from the driving.
I had planned to stay in but a friend I love hanging out with and don't get to see much wanted to go out so I did. I got slightly spiffy and we went to my favorite local restaurant/bar that had been transformed into a goth club for the night. It was totally cheesy but kind of awesome at the same time. My friend knew some people there, I was happy about that because I didn't know anyone there. The kitchen in this place was closed so we bailed for a bit to get food at a different restaurant. We ended up at the Crosby and I had the best pizza and sweet potato fries I have ever tasted. Then we went back to the club. At one point he said something about being involved in and very good at the opposite role in one of my favorite bedroom games. Oh I wish he hadn't said it and in such a cocky manner, it made fantasy images flood my mind. I had to dig my nails into the bar, hold my breath and look at the floor until I recovered. This combined with the black eyeliner he was wearing pushed me to the limits of my self control. I am grateful the scenario involving my other biggest kink didn't happen until the next day or I am sure we would not have made it out of the bar without a friendship ending incident involving me hurling myself at the poor boy and trying to tear his clothes off. From then on we pretty much played like 12 year olds for the rest of the night. Poking each other and innocent flirting. It reminded me of the way I played with my best friend Nolan when I was 12, but with Nolan it was more tackling and wrestling and falling asleep talking to each other on the phone. This was much less intimate but it still took me back to the good times. This was one of the best nights I have had in a long time.
The next day, Thursday, I planned on going shopping in LA. I figured I could handle it. I talked my friend, same one form the night before, into going with me. So I wake up late at 7 because I have to drop my boyfriend off at work in order to get the car. He was supposed to be there at 7:30 but didn't get there till 8:30. His fault for waking up late not mine. Then I had to navigate Irvine to find him food to bring to him at work, this took forever, probably about an hour. Then I drive from Irvine to Yorba Linda to pick up my friend. This went rather well but I was exhausted by the time I got there. Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably only 5 minutes the diva made his appearance. Yay!
On the road, still tired, totally nervous. I begin to make mistakes, little ones at first. I get to the store I was going to, it's actually a warehouse of a clothing label. I had trouble parking since I am not to good at it yet. While in the store there is an announcement for the owner of, my car, to move said car. Shit! I quickly realize this would take me forever to do. I hand the keys to my friend and half tell/half beg him to move it for me. He complies, I could just kiss him for it but, it would piss him off, so I don't. At some point he tries on this jacket, which happens to play to a specific kink of mine, so I hold my breath and think as analytically as possible to keep from having naughty thoughts of him. I finish up in the store and buy a smaller size in pants I already own. We get back on the road.
I planned on taking the first street bridge to Almeda and heading over to the fashion district but it was closed so I ended up driving around a lot, not sure where. At some point we come to the conclusion that my GPS is all sorts of stupid. Keep to the left and stay in the right lane it tells me amongst other equally ridiculous instructions. We go to lunch at Philipes somewhere in China Town. The decore sucked but the food was amazing, incredibly delicious. We both had lamb french dipped sandwiches with blue cheese. Fantastic. From here we decide to go to his friends house in Santa Monica, I'm still driving, only real problems are parking and backing out. All of sudden I'm in a daze and miss the light turning green and the boi telling me at least three times that it is green WTF? Then I am making a left onto the freeway on a green, the two cars in front of me go so I am following them, but all of a sudden this car is there, coming right at us. Oops it was an unprotected green I was supposed to yield, shit! It all goes down hill from there, i miss red lights and stop signs, can't change lanes and hesitate at everything.
We chill with his friend for what becomes too long. I was supposed to pick my boyfriend up in Irvine by 5. We didn't get back on the freeway till 4:30 and it was practically at a standstill. We got in some good conversation at least. Boyfriend says he will get a ride home from someone else since we will be late. With the pressure off we stop in Norwalk for a food/potty break then back on the road. Freeway has cleared up, but I miss a transition somewhere and end up off the freeway in Buena Park. We are on Orangethorpe so we decide to take it all the way back to his place. The entire way I am dreading the idea of taking him home because then I have to drive alone, and it's dark. I get him home around 8:30pm and have a hell of a time getting wear I need to be. I got on the 91 west but missed some sort of transition and ended up off the freeway in a circle to do it again, during which time the GPS throws itself off the dash and onto the floor and my boyfriend is calling my cellphone. I pull into a dark parking lot to take care of both those issues and roll up the window my friend left down. The boyfriend screams at me on the phone for being late, just what I needed, this relationship isn't looking too good. I hang up on him and get going, get turned around and do the freeway thing again practically from the point I originally started from. This time around it goes fine and I get myself home with no incidents.
Shower then go online for a few, turns out my friends boyfriend is also mad at him because my friend was supposed to call his boyfriend back. Now I feel bad because It was sort of my fault since I needed so much help with the driving he could not call his boyfriend back. So, even though I normally stay out of personal problems, I tried my best to explain the situation to my friends boyfriend. I hope I helped get him out of trouble at least. As for my own relationship Friday began well and ended in disaster. It really isn't looking good. We have been together for 8 years and have been through hell together, but for the first time I am seriously doubting our ability to last. We are the most opposite any two people could be.
I drove by myself for the first time this last Wednesday. I was a bit scared at first but it wasn't too bad. I drove Irvine Blvd from The Great Park back to my house in downtown Santa Ana. Then I went to the bank, shopping for shoes, then back home. It all went well, and I was feeling confident but tired from the driving.
I had planned to stay in but a friend I love hanging out with and don't get to see much wanted to go out so I did. I got slightly spiffy and we went to my favorite local restaurant/bar that had been transformed into a goth club for the night. It was totally cheesy but kind of awesome at the same time. My friend knew some people there, I was happy about that because I didn't know anyone there. The kitchen in this place was closed so we bailed for a bit to get food at a different restaurant. We ended up at the Crosby and I had the best pizza and sweet potato fries I have ever tasted. Then we went back to the club. At one point he said something about being involved in and very good at the opposite role in one of my favorite bedroom games. Oh I wish he hadn't said it and in such a cocky manner, it made fantasy images flood my mind. I had to dig my nails into the bar, hold my breath and look at the floor until I recovered. This combined with the black eyeliner he was wearing pushed me to the limits of my self control. I am grateful the scenario involving my other biggest kink didn't happen until the next day or I am sure we would not have made it out of the bar without a friendship ending incident involving me hurling myself at the poor boy and trying to tear his clothes off. From then on we pretty much played like 12 year olds for the rest of the night. Poking each other and innocent flirting. It reminded me of the way I played with my best friend Nolan when I was 12, but with Nolan it was more tackling and wrestling and falling asleep talking to each other on the phone. This was much less intimate but it still took me back to the good times. This was one of the best nights I have had in a long time.
The next day, Thursday, I planned on going shopping in LA. I figured I could handle it. I talked my friend, same one form the night before, into going with me. So I wake up late at 7 because I have to drop my boyfriend off at work in order to get the car. He was supposed to be there at 7:30 but didn't get there till 8:30. His fault for waking up late not mine. Then I had to navigate Irvine to find him food to bring to him at work, this took forever, probably about an hour. Then I drive from Irvine to Yorba Linda to pick up my friend. This went rather well but I was exhausted by the time I got there. Finally, after what seemed like forever but was probably only 5 minutes the diva made his appearance. Yay!
On the road, still tired, totally nervous. I begin to make mistakes, little ones at first. I get to the store I was going to, it's actually a warehouse of a clothing label. I had trouble parking since I am not to good at it yet. While in the store there is an announcement for the owner of, my car, to move said car. Shit! I quickly realize this would take me forever to do. I hand the keys to my friend and half tell/half beg him to move it for me. He complies, I could just kiss him for it but, it would piss him off, so I don't. At some point he tries on this jacket, which happens to play to a specific kink of mine, so I hold my breath and think as analytically as possible to keep from having naughty thoughts of him. I finish up in the store and buy a smaller size in pants I already own. We get back on the road.
I planned on taking the first street bridge to Almeda and heading over to the fashion district but it was closed so I ended up driving around a lot, not sure where. At some point we come to the conclusion that my GPS is all sorts of stupid. Keep to the left and stay in the right lane it tells me amongst other equally ridiculous instructions. We go to lunch at Philipes somewhere in China Town. The decore sucked but the food was amazing, incredibly delicious. We both had lamb french dipped sandwiches with blue cheese. Fantastic. From here we decide to go to his friends house in Santa Monica, I'm still driving, only real problems are parking and backing out. All of sudden I'm in a daze and miss the light turning green and the boi telling me at least three times that it is green WTF? Then I am making a left onto the freeway on a green, the two cars in front of me go so I am following them, but all of a sudden this car is there, coming right at us. Oops it was an unprotected green I was supposed to yield, shit! It all goes down hill from there, i miss red lights and stop signs, can't change lanes and hesitate at everything.
We chill with his friend for what becomes too long. I was supposed to pick my boyfriend up in Irvine by 5. We didn't get back on the freeway till 4:30 and it was practically at a standstill. We got in some good conversation at least. Boyfriend says he will get a ride home from someone else since we will be late. With the pressure off we stop in Norwalk for a food/potty break then back on the road. Freeway has cleared up, but I miss a transition somewhere and end up off the freeway in Buena Park. We are on Orangethorpe so we decide to take it all the way back to his place. The entire way I am dreading the idea of taking him home because then I have to drive alone, and it's dark. I get him home around 8:30pm and have a hell of a time getting wear I need to be. I got on the 91 west but missed some sort of transition and ended up off the freeway in a circle to do it again, during which time the GPS throws itself off the dash and onto the floor and my boyfriend is calling my cellphone. I pull into a dark parking lot to take care of both those issues and roll up the window my friend left down. The boyfriend screams at me on the phone for being late, just what I needed, this relationship isn't looking too good. I hang up on him and get going, get turned around and do the freeway thing again practically from the point I originally started from. This time around it goes fine and I get myself home with no incidents.
Shower then go online for a few, turns out my friends boyfriend is also mad at him because my friend was supposed to call his boyfriend back. Now I feel bad because It was sort of my fault since I needed so much help with the driving he could not call his boyfriend back. So, even though I normally stay out of personal problems, I tried my best to explain the situation to my friends boyfriend. I hope I helped get him out of trouble at least. As for my own relationship Friday began well and ended in disaster. It really isn't looking good. We have been together for 8 years and have been through hell together, but for the first time I am seriously doubting our ability to last. We are the most opposite any two people could be.