Then I had sex with my honey for the first time in EIGHT WEEKS! Don't look at me funny it was doctor's orders ok? It was delicious but I totally clawed a couple holes in his arms. Oops. Then we settled down and lo and behold DARK CRYSTAL was on! So I watched that, jumped in the car, and drove home. And what a drive it was!
First of all, I have seen mass groupings of police cars three times today. It's ludicrous. Ok but the real reason I commented on the drive was because this fog is settling down. I love fog. We hardly ever get it here, and it was just awesome to see it tonight. I love the way it huddles together in some places and just dissipates in other places. It reminded me of this time in Berkeley...
My ex and I had been at a friend's house way South. We were having such a good time and he was drinking and we didn't realize it was so late the buses had stopped running. So we had to walk back to his parents' home. This was not too long after I had moved there so it must've been in November. There was this insane fog everywhere! And this was no patchy fog of the Miami variety. Hell no, this shit was thick as hell. It was so dense you couldn't see the block ahead of you. And oh my goddess I was freezing. It was so stinking cold. My ex was drunk and just not caring about the cold and loving the fog. And I loved it too I just wanted warmth. I remembered that incident today.
Every time I think of my ex I realize why my man is perfect for me. And funny enough, it had occurred to me earlier tonight when I was snuggled in bed with him zoned out by the pretty colors on the TV (which I don't watch but always do when I'm at his house).
"We don't fight, do we?" I asked.
"Nope."
"Well, only when you're drunk."
"No! Shut up you."
Lots of laughter and a kiss.
This has been the most peaceful relationship I've been in and it's completely satisfying. I mean, hello! I went eight weeks with no sex! And so did he. That says something.
I am rambling on about sex. This entry is rated PG-13.
Haha he's scared of puppets. I'm scared of balloons and he's scared of puppets. Our children are doomed to suffer a deprived childhood.