Greetings from The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Texas!! There’s a crisp nip in the air, I just took a last minute trip to the local Wal*Mart (hoo boy, what a knee slappin’ good time!), there’s food in my belly (turkey and all the fixins….Mom’s treat since I missed out on the familiy Thanksgiving), and I think nappy time is fast approaching. Who could ask for more?
Flew in yesterday. Late in the afternoon. Mom and Dad picked me up at the airport, and we’d planned to go to dinner last night. I’d actually invited Super T to join us for dinner during one of our past conversations, but didn’t really think a whole lot about it since he tends to back out of these potential family meet-and-greets (read: Thanksgiving). Imagine my surprise when he called me yesterday afternoon to firm up the plans!!
So Mom and Dad and I get to the restaurant and we chat for a while, and in walks Super T, looking more handsome than ever. Not only did he wow my mother, but I think my dad practically fell in love with him! I mean, Dad just sat there looking absolutely smitten as he and Super T discussed everything from sports to mechanics to cars to finances. They even gave each other a bit of a ribbing every so often. Their conversation reminded me more of two long-lost buddies rather than a father meeting his daughter’s boyfriend (or whatever he is to me).
I almost didn’t want dinner to end. Because I knew that it would be goodbye for us for who knows how long. I know, I’m just waiting for this to fade away, but last night just felt really heartbreaking. Because Super T is such a great guy and all. Everybody loves him…especially me.
[sigh]
But we did eventually say goodbye. Super T shook my parents’ hands and gave me the biggest hug and a sweet little peck and that was that. It felt odd. I miss him in the strangest way. It just seems like he’s one of the very few genuinely nice guys I know.
Too bad they can’t all be Super Ts….
After all of my whining and moaning and complaining about how I’m not going to get any Christmas nookie this year:
Got a call from the hot orthodontist last Saturday evening. I didn’t answer because I didn’t want him to think that I was sitting at home alone on a Saturday night. Sure, I was nursing a horrific hangover, but I was home alone nonetheless.
He left a message, saying something about how he was sooooo busy the last week and that’s why he didn’t call. Said that he’d been working morning, noon, and night.
I did finally return the call on Sunday afternoon. We ended up making dinner plans for that evening. Fine. All I really needed to do Sunday night was pack anyway. Still, I told him that I couldn’t stay out late.
I got there first, and in walked H.O., looking (as usual)…amazingly hot. Conversation started out well. He’s very easy to talk with. But I’ve noticed something about him, and I’ve caught onto the way he converses. It always starts out very casual and relaxed, and then slowly, but surely, he always starts to heat it up. It’s all very calculated and it almost seems a bit rehearsed. Now don’t get me wrong. I enjoy sexy talk just as much (if not more) than the next girl. And when I’m comfortable I can dish it out in a way that will make your ears practically melt. But I get a vibe from him. A really bizarre vibe. I can’t quite put my finger on it, and I tried really hard to ignore it. But it was like a deep down gut sensation and it was nagging.
So why then, did I let him come into my apartment after he walked me home this time? And why did I fall onto the couch with him and let him cover me in kisses? Why did I let his hands roam? And then…
WHY was I so surprised when he unzipped his pants and pulled out his little friend??! Why did I act a bit shocked? And why couldn’t I cover my reaction with a giggle and a sly smile or something? What happened there?
Uh well. He was more than offended at my…whatever I did…gasp..or somthing. He told me that I’m obviously not as into sex as he is.
And pretty much stormed out the door.
Honestly, I’m not sure exactly what happened there. And even more honestly, I don’t think I really care. The vibes he sends are almost frightening. I don’t understand them, but I think that I need to trust my instincts on this one. As amazingly yummy this guy looks, and as smart and successful he is, and as wonderful a package he presents on the outside, I truly think there’s something a bit spoiled (possibly rotten??) on the inside.
And that’s not a package I want to unwrap this year. No thanks.
Instead, I’m going to log off this stupid computer now and go spend some special quality time with my folks. In fact, I just heard my brother walk through the door!!
Happy Holidays everyone!
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