Hy came and left with little fanfare. What a disappointing visit. I guess I can understand. He’s under tons of work stress right now and leaves for London tomorrow. He’s working on two projects for two separate clients in the UK. He actually has some kind of business meeting tonight regarding all the stuff he’s working on.
I don’t expect to see him again until at least mid July.
Hrmmppppff.
What to say about that? What can I say? There’s nothing I can say or do about it.
He got into town late Friday. Frazzled and exhausted. Told me he didn’t want to stay out late because he had to be at the ranch at 8:30 Saturday morning. No problem. I was a tad weary myself from the fiasco of the set-up attempt on Thursday night.
I took him to a bar where he’d never been before (which is hard to believe…he knows every cool place in town). And I was happy to see that he was truly enjoying himself. An alt. country band serenaded us in the courtyard while I sipped my beer and he downed his Jack and Cokes.
Hy is such a retro-western boy. All yoked shirts with pearl snaps and rolled up dark Levis and boots. A slender bod, a swagger, and a drawl. Add the messy sandy hair (complete with burns), the half horn-rims, and the cigarettes and then combine it all with hazel eyes, a perfect-angled nose, and the strongest chin I think Ive ever witnessed and youve got Hy. *sigh*
I knew there was no way he wouldnt like the venue. Its so his scene.
Finally relaxed and smiling, he just looked at me for minutes on end. It takes me off guard when he does that. It’s that look that’s normally reserved for people in love, you know? Hy and I are not in love. Not even close (though Im obviously smitten). On one hand, that look from him makes me edgy. On the other, it makes me melt. I simply don’t know what to do with that.
He held my hand. I think I blushed.
He wanted to go home. I wanted to stay a little longer, but Id already promised that we could go whenever he wanted to. When he got close to my place, I started helping him search for a place to park. That’s when he informed me that he wasn’t staying. He was gonna go to his folks because they were heading out early.
It’s really hard for me to hide my disappointment with him. I told him it was okay and that I’d see him the next night, but I’m pretty sure he knew that I was more than bummed. He walked me up the back stairs and quickly kissed me goodnight.
I so didn’t want to sleep in my bed. I put on a T, grabbed a blanket, and trundled out to to the living room. Turned on the TV, pressed mute, and tuned the radio to the eerie late-night stuff. Musta seeped into my dreams.
Woke to a cloudy Saturday. Took me a while to join the living again.
Coffee. Thick, black, nectar.
Finally moving and feeling much better, I hopped on my bike and took a great ride! So superfantastic! You know how last week was graduation at the university? This week they had high school graduation at the university. So I had to dodge millions of cars while riding across campus. Once through, the ride was wonderful. I flew for fear of a downpour while I was miles from home. A few sprinkles, but made it. Whew.
Cleaned up a bit at home and then started working on the dress. Hy called a couple of times throughout the day as he was taking breaks and stuff. Sweet.
I finished the dress with minutes to spare before Hy came over! Perfect timing! He looked darling, as always. Always with the boots. Wonder what he wears when the weather gets really hot?
Went to a divey Italian place and had dinner, cocktails and good convo. Sometimes that boy just makes me laugh. Hard. Hes so soft-spoken. But every once in a while a completely bizarre remark comes ripping right out of his mouth and it takes me so off guard. Speaking of off guard, he gave me the look again.
Just when I started to feel into the groove with him, he wanted to go home. He was tired and still full of stress about work. Shit.
We got in his truck, and I wasnt going to assume he was staying, so I was actually surprised when he asked if he should try to park in front of the apartment or in back. Once inside, he asked me to set my alarm for 7am, and then we practically fell into bed.
Nope. Not like that.
Hy rubbed my back for a brief moment, and then I rubbed his and he immediately fell asleep!!!
And sawed logs like a mutherfucker! All. Night. Long. I shit you not. I think I got 15 minutes of sleep between his snorking and then the crashes of thunder and then the torrential rain and then his rumbling and then the alarm going off!
Grumble.
I was completely bleary-eyed, while Hy was full of energy and raring to go (and I dont mean with ME!). After I think one kiss, Hy jumped out of bed, threw his clothes on and basically sprinted out the door.
Yeah, he was nice about it and all, and I completely understand the situation. The pressure hes under. The nervousness. The thought of driving those four hours and the meeting this afternoon and getting everything done before leaving the country.
But geez. Why is it that I dont seem to be having trouble getting dates…I can even get ’em into bed…but getting some affection seems impossible?
Im beginning to get a complex.
Hy did call me this afternoon. I tried to put on my best game-face for him. I told him that mid-July was right around the corner and to enjoy his trip. I even gave him a pub recommendation in London. And I told him to e-mail and let me know how things are going. I wished him safe travels.
And then we said goodbye.
Bye.
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