Swimmiling!
Had quite the day. =D
Mel and I went to the pool (first time I’ve gone swimming in FOUR YEARS!). Well, the Memorial Aquatic Fitness Center actually. But holy God, the pool there really stinks. No diving boards, only three lap lanes, an over abundance of children, the new facility is about half the size of the old one. But we had fun despite that. We swam, and danced, and splashed, and tickled, and tossed, and frolicked until the lifeguards told us to stop. _ People are too uptight nowadays about safety and children. You can’t run in the pool area, you can’t toss your girlfriend into the air in the pool, you can’t cuss or chew gum in the pool area. Good Christ, it’s pathetic. Pool safety is going on the “Useless Ideas Invented by Overprotective Parents” list, alongside childproof windows, medicine bottle lids, helmets, and outlet covers.
After swimming we porked out on chips and soda and talked. It was really great. The whole trip was fun. I would enjoy going back to the pool.
We came back here after swimming. For a while we played cards, but eventually ended up wrestling and tickling each other on the floor after a while. [Note to self: Chocolate doughnuts are only to be fed to Melissas in private.]
After hyper floor-wrestling, we made dinner. It was really good. Cheesy chicken! Quite the invention on Mel’s part; the whole family enjoyed it. Dinner was also a mini-celebration for our five month...anniversary (monthiversary?) We had a nice little candle lit dinner by ourselves. Quite nice.
A movie (surprise, surprise) followed dinner, it was actually rather eventful. We fooled around for a bit, had a bit of an accident on my part (still sorry about that, baby). After a while Mel fell asleep, but she kept having her little I’m-having-a-nightmare/scary dream shivers and noises. They really bother me for some reason. So, I kept waking her up and making sure she was ok. I also had her check to see if she was bleeding inside at one point. I don’t know why, but I had somehow convinced myself I had fatally gashed her with my fingernails. Good job, Mike. Good job. Anyway, after a while of the wake up go back to sleep routine she sort of got stuck in the middle. She was awake, but not really. Here’s a real excerpt from one of our “discussions” while she was sleep-talking.
"You're cute."
"mmm... No boots. I don't like them."
[I move from on the floor to back on the couch]
"No, too tired."
"No, what?"
"No sex. Too tired."
"Okay."
"Tomorrow though."
"Okay."
“You’re still cute.”
“No boots.”
[I laugh, she giggles]
“Hehe, you’re tickling my neck!”
[I move my head down]
“Don’t go!”
“I’m not.”
“Okay.”
[I move my arm, she grabs my nose after searching around for a part of me to hold onto]
“Hehe, that’s my nose.”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“Your finger.”
“Nope.”
“Oh.”
[She goes back to sleep]
Five minutes later: “You’re sleeping on my boob.”
“I’m not sleeping.”
“Okay.”
Hehe, getting her into the car was funny as was the ride to her house. Every time the car hit a bump she’d go: “My face hurts.” At one point the radio was announcing winning a trip to Jamaica and she waits a few minutes and randomly goes “We should go to Jamaica.” “Okay.” “Tomorrow?” “Okay.” “Good. [goes back to sleep.]”
But dropping her off at home was hard. I walked her in and to bed. We didn’t take her contacts out or anything. I just covered her with a blanket kissed her a few times and hugged her. It’s odd to think about, but she never really did wake up the whole trip. Or I don’t think she did. Not really. Part of her brain was active, but a lot of her was asleep. And when I put her in bed she was still convinced that she was lying on my couch. It was hard to leave her while she believed she was going to wake up with me nearby in the morning. Sorry about that, love. I really wanted to stay with you, but I couldn’t. =( Someday though. Someday soon. I promise.
Mel and I went to the pool (first time I’ve gone swimming in FOUR YEARS!). Well, the Memorial Aquatic Fitness Center actually. But holy God, the pool there really stinks. No diving boards, only three lap lanes, an over abundance of children, the new facility is about half the size of the old one. But we had fun despite that. We swam, and danced, and splashed, and tickled, and tossed, and frolicked until the lifeguards told us to stop. _ People are too uptight nowadays about safety and children. You can’t run in the pool area, you can’t toss your girlfriend into the air in the pool, you can’t cuss or chew gum in the pool area. Good Christ, it’s pathetic. Pool safety is going on the “Useless Ideas Invented by Overprotective Parents” list, alongside childproof windows, medicine bottle lids, helmets, and outlet covers.
After swimming we porked out on chips and soda and talked. It was really great. The whole trip was fun. I would enjoy going back to the pool.
We came back here after swimming. For a while we played cards, but eventually ended up wrestling and tickling each other on the floor after a while. [Note to self: Chocolate doughnuts are only to be fed to Melissas in private.]
After hyper floor-wrestling, we made dinner. It was really good. Cheesy chicken! Quite the invention on Mel’s part; the whole family enjoyed it. Dinner was also a mini-celebration for our five month...anniversary (monthiversary?) We had a nice little candle lit dinner by ourselves. Quite nice.
A movie (surprise, surprise) followed dinner, it was actually rather eventful. We fooled around for a bit, had a bit of an accident on my part (still sorry about that, baby). After a while Mel fell asleep, but she kept having her little I’m-having-a-nightmare/scary dream shivers and noises. They really bother me for some reason. So, I kept waking her up and making sure she was ok. I also had her check to see if she was bleeding inside at one point. I don’t know why, but I had somehow convinced myself I had fatally gashed her with my fingernails. Good job, Mike. Good job. Anyway, after a while of the wake up go back to sleep routine she sort of got stuck in the middle. She was awake, but not really. Here’s a real excerpt from one of our “discussions” while she was sleep-talking.
"You're cute."
"mmm... No boots. I don't like them."
[I move from on the floor to back on the couch]
"No, too tired."
"No, what?"
"No sex. Too tired."
"Okay."
"Tomorrow though."
"Okay."
“You’re still cute.”
“No boots.”
[I laugh, she giggles]
“Hehe, you’re tickling my neck!”
[I move my head down]
“Don’t go!”
“I’m not.”
“Okay.”
[I move my arm, she grabs my nose after searching around for a part of me to hold onto]
“Hehe, that’s my nose.”
“No.”
“Then what is it?”
“Your finger.”
“Nope.”
“Oh.”
[She goes back to sleep]
Five minutes later: “You’re sleeping on my boob.”
“I’m not sleeping.”
“Okay.”
Hehe, getting her into the car was funny as was the ride to her house. Every time the car hit a bump she’d go: “My face hurts.” At one point the radio was announcing winning a trip to Jamaica and she waits a few minutes and randomly goes “We should go to Jamaica.” “Okay.” “Tomorrow?” “Okay.” “Good. [goes back to sleep.]”
But dropping her off at home was hard. I walked her in and to bed. We didn’t take her contacts out or anything. I just covered her with a blanket kissed her a few times and hugged her. It’s odd to think about, but she never really did wake up the whole trip. Or I don’t think she did. Not really. Part of her brain was active, but a lot of her was asleep. And when I put her in bed she was still convinced that she was lying on my couch. It was hard to leave her while she believed she was going to wake up with me nearby in the morning. Sorry about that, love. I really wanted to stay with you, but I couldn’t. =( Someday though. Someday soon. I promise.