Who doesn’t want that? I laid next to her on a futon last night while we watched an inane movie and I almost fell asleep. I never felt like that with my ex, and by the time my partner of two-years and I would lay down to do something like that, I just wanted to finally be physical because I had 2-4 drinks in me. This relationship has that good feel to it, but I will tell you that I have thoughts a lot when I’m listening to her breathe or sigh.
Now, I must be honest. She was making jokes about an actresses’ breasts, and I wondered why she never feels me up? That is usually something that happens pretty quickly with girls who I date, and they are usually shocked that my bras are not padded. I have a flat stomach, which is certainly damaged by old scars, and no ass, but I do have a moderate rack, which women who I have been with have been really complimentary on while we cuddled or had sex. Hmm…
I don’t put the moves on her, because I don’t feel like I have been given that cue at all. I love hugging her though and do that all the time. We kissed a lot last night, but did not make out. She made a really tender and well-seasoned meatloaf and we had sandwiches, I assembled a salad and she quickly cut up cantaloupe, so the result was wonderful. I’m glad that she can cook.
List of gratitude:
- Our frequent laughter
- The contrast of her her skin against mine
- The way that she smells
- How easy it is to be next to her after I’ve been there a little bit and have adjusted to her beauty
- Her hugs
- When she touches my face or lifts my chin and kisses me
- Her intelligence and the way that she makes literary or other movie analogies while we chat
I hope to see her soon. I am going to text her tonight after I’m done with my supervision. The only time that I have had something develop like this, I was 19-years-old. I should tell that story from start to finish the next time I log in. I will. It started 20-years ago.