by Arctic Monkeys
This guy seemed decent. He seemed intelligent, honest, fun, active… His photos appeared to be current and, if they were of him, he was attractive.
I swiped the match on a Sunday evening. He was out of town, but responded within a reasonable time that he was driving back into Denver early Monday morning, could I contact him sometime later that day?
Sure. No problem.
(This was my first Sunday in Houston, back in July. I’m finishing it because I said I would. The Facebook conversation-parts have all been deleted; I still have the text messages.)
Very early Sunday morning, after sharing some very special intimate moments, I grasped TC’s resting cock and held him in my hand. As we were drifting back into dreamland, he mumbled, “Yours.” In response I squeezed a little tighter for a moment and whispered just below his earlobe, “Yes, Papi. Mine.”
I wished I could have slowed time completely for that single moment. It was so comfortable there with him, nestled into his shoulder. I was warm, sated and felt adored.
We slept until about 8AM and then TC offered to go out and get us coffee again. This time I didn’t object as I had the morning before, understanding that he needed and wanted to be able to do this for me. Also, it’s possible that he wanted some time alone.
Monday evening TC and I finally talked.
I didn’t want to go any longer without talking because every day that went by was making me panic more and more.
Also, there is the fact that I am supposed to be visiting him next Friday. That was freaking me out most of all.
Last night TC tossed me a bone, but I was so busy freaking out and trying to get him to talk to me that I didn’t see it.
I didn’t see it because he sent me the message on Facebook and I haven’t been communicating with him that way this week — it’s been text, email and Twitter. Also, I don’t have a smart phone, so I don’t get any beeps or signals that I have received a message/status update/etc. Unless you text or call me, you pretty much have to wait until I log into my laptop – and then to Facebook. TC is aware of this.
And I was using Twitter because he is my Twitter crush and that’s where we met…
I am sure there is something subconscious in there that wanted me to take our disagreement to a more “virtual” platform: like Twitter, where we started off anonymously, instead of Facebook where we are both real.
Or, maybe I wanted to take it there because that was our initial forum, where we first got to know each other…
My friend re-posted this on Facebook the other day:
I “liked” it.
About an hour later I got the following text:
Every morning I send you a message to tell you that I am safe at work.
Every night when I get home, I send you a message to tell you that I am safe at home.
I try to add kisses and huggs and sexy words and messages.
Sometimes I send pictures.
You don’t do the same for me.
In fact, there are times you don’t even respond.
It could be days.
You just leave me hanging.
Like an idiot who thought you gave a crap.
I guess sometimes there are just more important things for you to do.