Margarita ThursdaysevendusterDecember 21 2004, 15:05:04 UTC
Warning: This is more of an opportunity for me to gush than to write anything good. AKA extremely informal. Bear with me.
As I was saying, Margarita Thursday. The Dave had decided to host a re-party for our friend Megan since she had missed Margarita Monday. Needless to say, I was not in a sober state of mind when everyone arrived. Me, The Dave, Megan, Matt, Todd, Pat, and him. The one I almost overlooked.
As a future massage therapy student, I was volunteered for a round of calves, shoulders, biceps, and one - yes, one - lateralis pectorus. The number of people I massaged remains a blur, but I can recall nearly spilling a strawberry daquari on Pat's back.
After the massage session, I remember I was the only one without a spot to lay down. Until he moved over (slick). It was a bed on the floor, and my head ended up on his shoulder. I was drunk, so I was thirsty, and since I had no inner monologue (due to the alcohol, not the unfreezing process), I said so. Like the gentleman that he still is, he immediately offered to retrieve a glass of water. I thought he leaned over me so he could get up, but to my amazement, he was kissing me. And it was absolutely the most amazing kiss I had ever had. *Camera flash**Camera flash* He is 6'5" and 215 pounds (all muscle), yet has the most gentle and still intense kiss. And so I experienced this kiss several times over the next...few hours. *Camera flash* By then I was sober, and it still felt absolutley amazing. The events following while everyone else slumbered (except Todd) do not need to be described, but...wow. There is no other way to describe how I felt. I did retain most of my manners...but not all.
In conclusion:
There are times in your life when something (or someone) happens and you know that it's right. You know that this is something that has been placed in front of you by a form higher than yourself, and you embrace it because you must. And so we have, since Margarita Thursday in September. It has developed into the most fulfilling relationship that I have ever had, on so many levels.
So, despite the fact that I am unable to remember all of what happened in the beginning of the night, it will always be my most memorable date.
"Every man dies, not every man really lives" --William Wallace, Braveheart
As I was saying, Margarita Thursday. The Dave had decided to host a re-party for our friend Megan since she had missed Margarita Monday. Needless to say, I was not in a sober state of mind when everyone arrived. Me, The Dave, Megan, Matt, Todd, Pat, and him. The one I almost overlooked.
As a future massage therapy student, I was volunteered for a round of calves, shoulders, biceps, and one - yes, one - lateralis pectorus. The number of people I massaged remains a blur, but I can recall nearly spilling a strawberry daquari on Pat's back.
After the massage session, I remember I was the only one without a spot to lay down. Until he moved over (slick). It was a bed on the floor, and my head ended up on his shoulder. I was drunk, so I was thirsty, and since I had no inner monologue (due to the alcohol, not the unfreezing process), I said so. Like the gentleman that he still is, he immediately offered to retrieve a glass of water. I thought he leaned over me so he could get up, but to my amazement, he was kissing me. And it was absolutely the most amazing kiss I had ever had. *Camera flash**Camera flash* He is 6'5" and 215 pounds (all muscle), yet has the most gentle and still intense kiss. And so I experienced this kiss several times over the next...few hours. *Camera flash* By then I was sober, and it still felt absolutley amazing. The events following while everyone else slumbered (except Todd) do not need to be described, but...wow. There is no other way to describe how I felt. I did retain most of my manners...but not all.
In conclusion:
There are times in your life when something (or someone) happens and you know that it's right. You know that this is something that has been placed in front of you by a form higher than yourself, and you embrace it because you must. And so we have, since Margarita Thursday in September. It has developed into the most fulfilling relationship that I have ever had, on so many levels.
So, despite the fact that I am unable to remember all of what happened in the beginning of the night, it will always be my most memorable date.
"Every man dies, not every man really lives" --William Wallace, Braveheart
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