<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Mar 18, 2012 03:47

So, yesterday I got to hang out with my bff from when I was 15. He's married with a child now, and even though his wife was in a shit mood, she came out too and we all ended up having an awesome time.

While we were out, William texted me asking if I wanted to come over after he got off work. He ended up getting off at 10:30, and the entire time I was so antsy. I had to keep telling myself "Dude, you're out with people. You're having a good time. You can't just bail out over a guy. He's just a guy."

I ended up leaving at 1 (I told him this, I didn't just leave him waiting), and HAULED ASS the whole way there. I made what is usually a 20 minute drive in less than 15 minutes. My apologies to the Houston Police. You couldn't have stopped me.

Now, I'm going to be honest. The first couple of times we did it, were like "meh". The first was really awkward, but still fun. The second was...I guess he was out of it, but I was very not out of it, so it was unbalanced and made me feel self conscious. I was seriously questioning the entire thing after the second time.

Last night, however, was fucking amazing. And then he got over-excited and impaled me. I was on the bed in excruciating pain and could not fucking move. He felt so bad, and then he became so amazing. He started rubbing my tummy and did this thing where he pretended to be a doctor performing surgery to fix me. It sounds stupid because it is, but it was so fucking hilarious and adorable.

His prescription was a warm bath, and so I started to get up and he was like "NONONO, I'LL DO IT!" So, I'm laying there and I hear all this ruckus going on in the bathroom. When I heard the air-freshener is when I really started to lose it. He finally comes out and puts on "mood music", and I chuckle to myself as I walk to the bathroom.

You guys. I had a bubble bath with candles lit everywhere. My heart fucking melted. And that is when I realized that the pain I felt was really horrible gas and I had to find a way to let it out without him hearing. It was a bitch, and I did my best. I won't get into how, but it's really hard to let out a controlled fart while you're laughing at the wonderful fool in the next room who's belting out "Don't Stop Believing".

My methods worked so I dried off and laid back on the bed only to be greeted with more rubs and cuddles. He really earned what he got after that. Apparently, I was so awesome he uttered the words "I love you". I won't read too much into that, it was probably just a lack of blood flow to his brain.
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