Counting Down the Hours, the Minutes

No, not of my day (okay, maybe that, too).  I’m counting down the minutes until Saturday!  Bobby’s plane should arrive at precisely 4:18pm Saturday afternoon.  I can’t determine if I’m fidgety, if I’m nervous, if I’m excited… or maybe I’m just all of the above.  But one thing’s for sure I’m excited to see him for more than just one reason.  Now, last night’s entry was basically a catch-you-up for the events that have transpired over the last few months.  I couldn’t really go into much detail about, well, anything, because I already had too much information for such a small space.  I didn’t want to overload you all.

Let me preface this by saying that this trip will be bittersweet.  Unfortunately, one of Bobby’s best friends died Monday in a motorcycle accident.  I don’t think that Bobby has ever had anyone close to him die, so we’re both learning how he deals with traumatic situations.  He tells me that he doesn’t want to talk about it, but then that’s all he does talk about.  I’m glad he’s opening up to me, though.  Today was the viewing, and I think this is the first time he’s cried.  He keeps sending me text messages telling me that he can’t even get through the door to go in and see him.  He just can’t make himself do it.  He said he’s just ready to get here because he believes that when he sees me, he’ll be able to release all of the emotion that he’s bottled up.  I hope that’s the case.

Even if it’s not, I do plan on dealing a massive dose of therapy this weekend — in the form of sexual healing!  Yeah, you really should’ve heard the way I just said that in my head.  Bobby has (rather easily) persuaded me to wear a skirt when I pick him up at the airport.  I believe there might be a little action to be had in the back seat of the car in the airport parking lot.

That’s one of the details that I wasn’t able to divulge last night.  The sex.  Fucking amazing.  I know you’re thinking, "Well, shit.  You’ve had heterosexual sex, homosexual sex, three-way sex, six-way sex.  How can it really be that fantastic?"  Consistency.  Every single experience has left me panting, gasping, begging for more!  People, I left a handprint in his wall.  That should tell you something.  And, my god, the libido!  In all of my past relationships, it didn’t take long for me to wear my partner out.  The sex just dried up.  Not this boy.  There was not a single night when I lived back home that we didn’t tear each other up.  Not one single night.  Needless to say, I doubt we’ll be leaving my apartment all weekend.  I’m going to buy some groceries tomorrow after work so that I can just cook for us.  I’m also going to buy some firewood so we can have a warm background for our hot, smokin’ sex.  We won’t have any reason to leave.

Anyway, my day is just about done here.  Tonight I’m going to a social at V Bar… whatever that is.  I haven’t really been out much since I moved here.  I’ve just been too busy playing house and getting settled in the job.  I joined a group called Colorado Springs Young Professionals.  They host lots of these events throughout the year, and a few people that I work with are members.  I figured this would be a good way for me to get out and make some friends.  We shall see…

Cheers,
Felina