I’ve been sick and haven’t, until now, been inspired to write.
I cancelled my date on New Year’s Eve since my cough and sniffles would add nothing to the festivities.
I’m waiting until 10 or so this morning to cancel my date for tonight, but it’s not my cold this time.
Cool guy I met a while back called me and we’ve been speaking quite a bit lately. (over the phone cold therapy) He stopped over yesterday and came back after work last night and he’s upstairs asleep as I write.
Coughs and sniffles aren’t conducive to hot sex, so no, I’m still waiting, but his company and sweetness made a big difference to me.
There’s a generational difference between us, but he’s the first man I’ve met since “A” that makes me giggle (very important to me) and who I feel entirely comfortable with all the time. He gets my jokes – he gets me. He woke up, saw the “first thing in the morning” look, and didn’t scream and jump out the window. He actually smiled and rolled back over.
I really like his natural scent – clean and manly – good stuff!
My bathroom is right off the bedroom and I had to turn on the water to disguise the accompanying sounds my body insists on making as soon as I close the door. Yes! I fart, dudes. Regularly. Loud, loud first thing in the morning farts. Ride or die farts. What the hell did I eat farts.
The covers were shaking when I finally came out of the bathroom, so I guess I cracked him up. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I.
I’m going to take mucho medicine right now since I need this cold to end. I got stuff to do!