Cause I am lonely too...
What am I doing with myself? I had so so so much fun last night. Just me and Paulanka. We went to a play, which was HILARIOUS, and it closes next weekend, otherwise I would demand others go see it. It was called Noises Off and it's pretty popular, so maybe you can catch it in another theater someday, but the cast I saw last night was just awesome... it helped that I knew one of them from college and that we went out for drinks with the cast after. HILARIOUS!! haha it's also a movie, which I haven't seen but rent it anyway... you'll die laughing.
So anyway, after the play and the drinks, Paul and I came back to New Brunswick, picked up some more beer and hung out at my place. As usual, liquid courage coursing through my veins, I talked way way way too much. We recalled our short lived, but highly intense fling and I let him read something I'd written about it. He got quiet, not uncomfortable quiet, but just remembering everything that happened now that he's not high all the time and has the ability to recall things more clearly. What I love about him is that no matter what I say or do or how loudly I yell or embarrass myself, he's still in my corner, coming back to deal with it all over again.
We never had a sexual relationship, which I made fun of him for, now that he's sober and regrets all the time he wasted pretending to be a gentleman, but the best part of what we had was being close and comfortable and cuddling. I don't think cuddling is cheating by any means, especially since I had no ulterior motives, but it did feel good to be back there, if only for a few hours, laughing and breathing him in. It's like being with him for the first time... or something... words are coursing through my head but I can't put them together. I still smell him on my skin.
In other news:
Rafal: Why and when did you pierce your lip?!
L: Last week and because I was bored with life. Does it bother you?
Rafal: You're crazy!
L: How do you figure?
Rafal: Two weird piercings, tsk tsk
L: Oh the other one fell out a year ago and I couldn't get it back in. I might redo it the next time I'm bored.
Rafal: How about you get a hobby for when you're bored.
Touche Rafal, touche.
So anyway, after the play and the drinks, Paul and I came back to New Brunswick, picked up some more beer and hung out at my place. As usual, liquid courage coursing through my veins, I talked way way way too much. We recalled our short lived, but highly intense fling and I let him read something I'd written about it. He got quiet, not uncomfortable quiet, but just remembering everything that happened now that he's not high all the time and has the ability to recall things more clearly. What I love about him is that no matter what I say or do or how loudly I yell or embarrass myself, he's still in my corner, coming back to deal with it all over again.
We never had a sexual relationship, which I made fun of him for, now that he's sober and regrets all the time he wasted pretending to be a gentleman, but the best part of what we had was being close and comfortable and cuddling. I don't think cuddling is cheating by any means, especially since I had no ulterior motives, but it did feel good to be back there, if only for a few hours, laughing and breathing him in. It's like being with him for the first time... or something... words are coursing through my head but I can't put them together. I still smell him on my skin.
In other news:
Rafal: Why and when did you pierce your lip?!
L: Last week and because I was bored with life. Does it bother you?
Rafal: You're crazy!
L: How do you figure?
Rafal: Two weird piercings, tsk tsk
L: Oh the other one fell out a year ago and I couldn't get it back in. I might redo it the next time I'm bored.
Rafal: How about you get a hobby for when you're bored.
Touche Rafal, touche.