So, getting cleaned up after, you say… lol
And helping you clean up too, of course! That would be even better
You’re telling me! I’m feeling a bit dirty already…
😛
Don’t stick that thing out at me!
You liked it enough the last time…
The first time Mick and I went riding on his Harley, this song came on. Now, every time it plays, he turns it up.
So… Why did I change my mind and decide to let Mick have 6 months of my life and my self?
Basically it all boils down to the fact that he treats me the way I’ve always wished to be treated.
And it’s only 6 months, 180 days… If it doesn’t work, I didn’t even waste a year on trying to figure it out. Shit! I’ve wasted that much time on Alaska! Although it is much easier to figure things out with Mick because he communicates.
Last week I thought I would try something new and check out Craig’s List. It was interesting and seemingly more honest than any of the actual dating websites that I have been trying. (Don’t bother with Zoosk. You have to pay for everything.)
I was going to show you part of his original posting here, but it looks like he’s taken it down. Let me just say that it was quite loquacious and leave it at that.
I will be referring to him here as Shakespeare.
Very shortly you will see what I mean and why.
It occurred to me last Thursday morning that, maybe I am holding back on really liking Alaska because I am holding on to Loserman so tightly.
Why? I don’t know. There is still a part of me deep inside that wants him back, that yearns for his body to hold mine against his…
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you
Wise folks count their blessings
Fools count their problems
But you’re both of them to me
Because you’re beautiful
You’re so frickin’ beautiful
You took all my memory
And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is
Don’t tell me you love me
If you don’t really love me
But you could still kiss me
So I need you to kiss me
Because you’re beautiful
You’re so frickin’ beautiful
You took all my memory
And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is
I love you in the daytime
I love you in the nighttime too
I love you in the moonlight
I love you in the sunshine too
I love you all of life time
I love you when the
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
‘Cause there’s life in this love
And there’s love in this life
There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life
There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life
There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life
Wise folks count their blessings
Fools count their problems
But you’re both of them to me
And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you
(Life in this love, love in this life)
All I want is you
(Life in this love, love in this life)
Daytime, nighttime too
Moonlight, sunshine too
Daytime, nighttime too
All I want is you, all I want is you
Waking up with him Sunday morning was even more wonderful than Saturday.
We woke with the sun. I started stirring about an hour before he did, fading in and out of dreamland, enjoying the way he felt laying next to me, relishing the comfort of the bed and the warmth of the blankets.
And
My head fits perfectly in the nook of his left shoulder.
Perfectly.
So much so, that my neck doesn’t start to get stiff or my arm underneath doesn’t fall asleep. In fact, it’s so comfortable there, I can actually fall back to sleep in that place.
(A week later, TC still wakes up with thoughts that I am cradled there on his arm.
See?
Perfect. 😉 )
… I wake up to a gentle nudge at my side and then feel something being slipped onto my head and over my eyes. It’s soft but tight, and once it’s in place I truly can’t see anything. You lean in to me and whisper in my ear “Do you trust me, baby?”. I try to answer, but you put your hand over my mouth and I can only nod.
“That’s right,” your words have a reassuring tone. “Stay quiet, get out of bed, take my hand and follow me. I am going to take you somewhere.”
I do as I’m told. A lot naked and a little afraid.
You open the garage door and lead me down the few carpeted stairs leading to the chilly pavement. A shiver runs through me and I can’t tell if it’s the cold or fear. I hear the truck’s hatch as it pops open. Your hands envelop my curvy waist as you guide me toward to the back-end of your Jeep.
After our long drive and then setting everything up, both of us were tired and ready to sit by a hot, roaring fire and enjoy a glass of Reisling. Problem being, we hadn’t build a fire yet. But, the wine was chilling nicely in the cooler!
I wandered around the edges of our campsite to gather up kindling and you went into the tent to grab the wine, some paper to start the fire and a book of matches. When you came back out, I had already started building a pyramid out of the sticks and twigs I had found and you said, “Nicely done. We should have no problem getting a fire started now” then winked at me.
Monday night I received a text from Scorpio:
Hey just to let you know I got some of that money ready for you to pick up whenever you want
I was SO surprised! Based on my past experiences with men (and a recent conversation) I honestly thought I would never hear from Scorpio ever again.
We met on Tuesday night after work and he paid me $100 of the $140.
He greeted me with a hug and I’ll admit that it was pretty awkward. We haven’t even spoken, only exchanged a few texts about the money he owes me from our Sk8cation a month ago.
Also, he had a friend with him and I didn’t know if they were expecting me to give them a ride or what. I asked if they needed a ride, they discussed it for a minute and decided to stick with Plan A: take the bus.
Scorpio told his buddy that he was going to talk to me in my car for a second and would be right back.
Smitten with Him 