Not sure how much there is to say, really. It was fun.
Steve McQueen had asked me if I wanted to do something in the afternoon yesterday. Turns out he wanted to have a couple of people over to watch the football game. Not my normal Sunday afternoon thing, but I really wanted to see his house and maybe also meet a few more of his friends.
Ultimately, one friend came over and we had fun chatting, but I barely even remember him leaving.
I don’t know, you guys. It must have been the bubbly and no dinner. He had snacks but I didn’t eat any. The guy bought so much champers, and I even brought a bottle over - if I didn’t know any better I’d say he was trying to get me tipsy so he could get me into his bed…
But truth be told, I’m glad we did it. It was just what the doctor ordered. Now I don’t have to stress about what, where and when we might have sex because it already happened. If I’ve screwed something up because of this, so be it. I’m good with what happened.
Now I just have to watch myself and not obsess.
I’m also really struggling at work today because I ended up staying at SMcQ’s until nearly midnight (after falling asleep, naked in his bed!), which is WELL beyond the 7pm cutoff time we’d planned. Turns out, his son who was supposed to come back from a college tour/trip ended up going to his mom’s (I think?).
So there you have it. Seal is broken. Wonder what will happen next?
xox,
GS
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