Apropos Of Nothing
I just had a Skype conversation with one of my ex beaus, R.
I met him and his wife, who I shall name Una, in the summer of 2003, when I was pennyless, unemployed and basically fuelled by drugs and alcohol, and in a perpetual state of dark despair.
He really lifted me out of it-and the sex was great (he and Una have an open relationship, and also I had sex with her and then with both of them).
We had these good times-lots of laughter, wine, lying around on beaches in Shimoda together, at times almost living together, and then things changed. I met someone else, and they liked him too much ;) and then I met another beau, and they didn't like him at all.
We're still friends, and when we last lived in the same city we had sex now and then-the warm, friendly and comfortable sex between friends, with lots of talking in between.
It's strange to realise that I really do miss him. I miss Una, because she was really sexy and sensual but R and I had a good friendship because we share so many similarities.
He wasn't even that pretty or good. I simply miss him and his stupid stubborn loyalty.
Life is sometimes like these parties, where you meet an endless stream of people, and it's this constant coming and going, and you can't really see the faces any more because they all blur into one, but then, now and then this one face appears before your inner eye, and it makes you smile, it makes you happy, and R.'s face is like that.
I met him and his wife, who I shall name Una, in the summer of 2003, when I was pennyless, unemployed and basically fuelled by drugs and alcohol, and in a perpetual state of dark despair.
He really lifted me out of it-and the sex was great (he and Una have an open relationship, and also I had sex with her and then with both of them).
We had these good times-lots of laughter, wine, lying around on beaches in Shimoda together, at times almost living together, and then things changed. I met someone else, and they liked him too much ;) and then I met another beau, and they didn't like him at all.
We're still friends, and when we last lived in the same city we had sex now and then-the warm, friendly and comfortable sex between friends, with lots of talking in between.
It's strange to realise that I really do miss him. I miss Una, because she was really sexy and sensual but R and I had a good friendship because we share so many similarities.
He wasn't even that pretty or good. I simply miss him and his stupid stubborn loyalty.
Life is sometimes like these parties, where you meet an endless stream of people, and it's this constant coming and going, and you can't really see the faces any more because they all blur into one, but then, now and then this one face appears before your inner eye, and it makes you smile, it makes you happy, and R.'s face is like that.