I went to T’s after work, of course. He dug up Tales from the Crypt, surprised that I had never seen them, and popped it in the DVD player while we lounged on the couch. I’ve said it a million times, but it’s always true: I love his big arms. They’re warm and strong and adorably prickly from him deciding to shave and not keeping up with it. He kissed the top of my head from time to time.
Not gonna lie — I hope 75% of our time together is spent making out.
Anonymous asked: Is this just a blog about your love life?
Pretty much, yeah.
Anonymous asked: Do you love that guy? What's going on?
No, I don’t love that guy. He just got out of a relationship and I finally got annoyed enough to get out of mine. We’re not looking to jump back in right away.
We’re keeping each other company, watching movies, kissing, eating dinner, laughing, joking, feeling awkward, feeling nervous, pissing around, making out, talking about life, talking about fear, having fun. We like each other a lot, but we’re not in a rush.
In other words, we’re doing this the way it ought to be done.
Loren came up to me today and, as she always does, complained about T. They used to date and she’s still bitter about the breakup, although she frequently denies it. She went on to say that she thinks he is getting back together with this other girl we know. I started to tell her that he wasn’t, but as my mouth opened, I realized that I would have to substantiate that claim.
If the people at work have to find out about T and me, I really want it to be after her two-week notice is up. I don’t even want to imagine how uncomfortable I’d be with her if she knew.
I went to see T again, today. The plan was to watch this mockumentary called Cannibal Holocaust. It sounds lame, yeah, but it’s really intense and worth a watch if you can stand the violence and guts.
then going to see not one, but two movies. Living on the edge, fuck yeah!
