Reflections on last weekend.
So, my sex life has ground to a halt. Apparently, my issues are stronger than my libido. Which fucking sucks. But Paul's good and sweet and understanding and so we are slowly moving forward. It's just...slower than I want to give him. It frustrates me.
Anyway, when we were lounging around this weekend, I made him watch Entourage. As you probably know, its a show that means a lot to me. I love it and I connect really intensely to Vince and love EVERYONE on it. So we finish the first episode and we're talking about it and I am talking about how I relate to Vince's history with his drunk father and his need to be loved and his desire to get what he wants without having to work and his unwavering principles, scarce though they are and I basically break down why I adore Vincent Chase.
Anyway, so later I'm talking to him about how I'm just freaked out and scared by the intimacy we've got. We're lying on the bed and he sits up, puts his hand on my face and goes "Well, trust me to help you. Let me be your Eric."
And y'all? My fucking HEART STOPPED. You cannot say that to me. You can't, okay? That's like...like...I dont even have metaphor or simile that does justice to the meaning that the Eric/Vince relationship holds for me.
But you get it right?
Right?
Come on fandom people YOU GET IT RIGHT?!!??!?!
TELL ME IF YOU GET IT! PLEASE! I FEEL CRAZY HERE!
*pulls on her hair*
Anyway, when we were lounging around this weekend, I made him watch Entourage. As you probably know, its a show that means a lot to me. I love it and I connect really intensely to Vince and love EVERYONE on it. So we finish the first episode and we're talking about it and I am talking about how I relate to Vince's history with his drunk father and his need to be loved and his desire to get what he wants without having to work and his unwavering principles, scarce though they are and I basically break down why I adore Vincent Chase.
Anyway, so later I'm talking to him about how I'm just freaked out and scared by the intimacy we've got. We're lying on the bed and he sits up, puts his hand on my face and goes "Well, trust me to help you. Let me be your Eric."
And y'all? My fucking HEART STOPPED. You cannot say that to me. You can't, okay? That's like...like...I dont even have metaphor or simile that does justice to the meaning that the Eric/Vince relationship holds for me.
But you get it right?
Right?
Come on fandom people YOU GET IT RIGHT?!!??!?!
TELL ME IF YOU GET IT! PLEASE! I FEEL CRAZY HERE!
*pulls on her hair*