Oh sleep, how you keep evading me...
Last night I went to sandbar with Jack, Jess, Rick, and Javi to watch my second UFC fight. Really, what exactly is the point? I don't see the thrill of two men beating each other senseless for pleasure. That is just sadistic. I guess I really am a girly girl after all.
While watching the fights, I was talking to Mario and he was at Vagabond. I absolutely love that place, regardless of what anyone else thinks. I decided after the fights to meet him there. I have never, ever seen the line that long before! I waited in like for like 20 minutes, which for Vagabond is a long ass time. We met by the fire fountain, which is my favorite part of the place. There was some band playing "sex music" in the the lounge room and a kick ass DJ in the main room. We spent a lot of time in the main room dancing to The Beatles, old 60's and 70's music, some random 90's music and all kinds of craziness that the DJ was spinning. I loved the random kisses that would happen in the middle of songs, just because. And seeing how excited he got when the DJ played Beatles songs was adorable. We were there until pretty much the place closed, I think we left around 3:30.
After we left, we headed to his place. He always takes me home with him; its cute. We laid in bed and had random conversation about our families, our parents, sex, divorce, elementary school's 'ugly duckling,' and all kinds of other randomness. He played with my hair and we cuddled. We laughed about both smelling like smoke even though neither of us had smoked and agreed that it was better that we both smelled like the bar. Note to self: he likes it when I'm on top. He's also super gentle and likes to make love (or at least what I imagine making love to be). He's never rough with me and he always wants me to be happy. How often does that happen?! We were up for hours, him inside me, us making out, me curled up in his arms. I love falling asleep in his arms, I feel so safe. He said that he trusts me and he feels so comfortable with me. I thought it was super adorable that he was asking me questions about sex the whole time. He apologized for sounding like a virgin. Again, I love that about him. We set the alarms for 9, but didn't get to sleep for more than an hour. Work called him at 7 and said that he needed to come in. I felt so bad, he was super upset. A few hours later, everything got resolved, but it still pissed him off. Hell, it pissed me off too! I think the punk owes me breakfast in bed...
This morning when I got home, I got about an hour of sleep then went to church with Liz. I liked her church a lot and I think we're gonna go again next week, with Jess this time.
I adore spending time with that boy... He treats me so well and I just don't understand it. I feel like I need to take it apart and figure out what is going on. This is not a normal feeling for me. I don't examine things so in depth, but I want to know how his mind works. This sounds like the beginning of a case of the feelings. I want to be honest with him and tell him everything I'm thinking and find out what his feelings are. I want to ask questions and get answers and open a can of worms.
I know that none of my friends would approve, but who needs their approval? I like spending time with him and he makes me happy and not afraid to be myself.
Yep, definitely a case of the feelings.
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