January 6, Sunny, 72 degrees
This weekend was pretty great. And all the fun happened during the daylight hours for a change!
Friday night started off perfect; red wine/bad movie/my bed. Then unfortunately got convinced to go out. Body lines are the new body shots.
LES is such a shithole on weekends. Always makes me grumpy. Then the bellyache came and there is nothing I can do when I get them. I just have to wait. Hard to pretend having fun. Finally, home, hit by sleep so fast.
Saturday was like a vacation. Shorts and a t-shirt and still sweating! Brunch in Ft. Greene. Outside! Too bad about the raw eggs. Then a long walk to the park. Muddy boys, showing off.
Lex is obsessed with us. Such an odd boy. Charmer, but a child.
Buy a new shirt so we can go to the museum. I am so scruffy and dirty, he loves it. Can't keep his hands off me. Art is amazing. Liebowitz gives me goosebumps, both horrified and euphoric.
We split with the finding of a lost cell phone. I am exhausted in a wonderful way. Opt to stay in and sleep. A little anxious because I know why he didn't invite me to the bar.
Sunday brunch with Jane and Steve. Finally up early enough for my organic egg and cheese biscuit. All I hoped and dreamed. We say hi to every dog on Bedford Ave.
Then ice skating at Bryant Park with Ricky. It's packed, but worth it. My stomach got the biggest workout from laughing. Sore legs today!
Back home for some beers and Taboo. AW is having dinner with her, but assures it won't be like last time. He'll come over after.
Still, I'm anxious and drink too much. Sunday replaces my Saturday.
He does come though. And is so lovey. Ricky, however, starts losing control. Finally, I just have to leave the room because of the tension I'm imagining. Bed time.
He tells me so much. How he loves when it's just us. How he feels bad about being timid toward our relationship and our "togetherness". I have questions, but I'm too anxious to ask them.
How one night apart feels like a lot.
I'm trying to check myself and not feel it without him, or think it. But it's edging in. Bit by bit.
Little things make me catch my breath.
Silence is becoming comfortable. A gaze doesn't incite shyness. I'm more and more uncensored because I know I won't offend him. Control is being lost.
Friday night started off perfect; red wine/bad movie/my bed. Then unfortunately got convinced to go out. Body lines are the new body shots.
LES is such a shithole on weekends. Always makes me grumpy. Then the bellyache came and there is nothing I can do when I get them. I just have to wait. Hard to pretend having fun. Finally, home, hit by sleep so fast.
Saturday was like a vacation. Shorts and a t-shirt and still sweating! Brunch in Ft. Greene. Outside! Too bad about the raw eggs. Then a long walk to the park. Muddy boys, showing off.
Lex is obsessed with us. Such an odd boy. Charmer, but a child.
Buy a new shirt so we can go to the museum. I am so scruffy and dirty, he loves it. Can't keep his hands off me. Art is amazing. Liebowitz gives me goosebumps, both horrified and euphoric.
We split with the finding of a lost cell phone. I am exhausted in a wonderful way. Opt to stay in and sleep. A little anxious because I know why he didn't invite me to the bar.
Sunday brunch with Jane and Steve. Finally up early enough for my organic egg and cheese biscuit. All I hoped and dreamed. We say hi to every dog on Bedford Ave.
Then ice skating at Bryant Park with Ricky. It's packed, but worth it. My stomach got the biggest workout from laughing. Sore legs today!
Back home for some beers and Taboo. AW is having dinner with her, but assures it won't be like last time. He'll come over after.
Still, I'm anxious and drink too much. Sunday replaces my Saturday.
He does come though. And is so lovey. Ricky, however, starts losing control. Finally, I just have to leave the room because of the tension I'm imagining. Bed time.
He tells me so much. How he loves when it's just us. How he feels bad about being timid toward our relationship and our "togetherness". I have questions, but I'm too anxious to ask them.
How one night apart feels like a lot.
I'm trying to check myself and not feel it without him, or think it. But it's edging in. Bit by bit.
Little things make me catch my breath.
Silence is becoming comfortable. A gaze doesn't incite shyness. I'm more and more uncensored because I know I won't offend him. Control is being lost.
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