Well, its the eve of yet another New York trip, and for the first time in about nine months, Canuk wont be there. And I miss him. And I can tell that hes blowing me off. Sure, I know that hes in LA right now and that hell be in Vegas over the weekend for a bachelor party. Sure, I know hes busy. But for the first time since we met, I dont feel sure that I will see him again.
I wish I didnt care, but I do. I dont necessarily want to be alone on this particular trip.
Sometimes I love being solo in the city. I feel ten feet tall walking through the thick, concrete gray. Proud. Completely independent. Doing whatever I want. The hustle of the city quickens my pace as well as my heart rate. Over-stimulation excites me.
But for the past six or seven trips to the city, Ive been lucky enough to not only enjoy the excitement but also have a great guy by my side, pretty much at my beck and call waiting for me to finish up work every evening, sweeping me away to some phenomenal eatery, and usually following it all up with all-night whispers, touches, etc .
Ive been spoiled. And used to it, I am.
This is going to be a challenge. Especially considering the state of the world and the heightened threat.
But the more I think about it, the more excited I think I just might be. Its time for me to get out there again and be that tall, proud girl. And strike up conversations with strangers in the hotel bar. And discover fun and fab new places. And even indulge in glorious room service all on my own!
This can be good, right?
Sure.
Who needs a tall, sexy, thoughtful, deliciously hot-bodied, fun-loving, chivalrous, Greek Adonis in her bed every night on a business trip anyway?
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