adventure time....
I was sitting on the floor of his one room, apartment. It was a total disaster.
Clothes, shoes, books, magazines, paper clippings, newspapers.
EVERYWHERE.
He would walk around the apartment, usually in his underwear, and pick up a book and just plop down, open it, and read.
Then get up, put the book down, do something, come back and have some old magazine in his hand. He would plop somewhere else and just read.
I was sitting on the floor, wearing my old overalls and tshirt, painting my nails.
I watched his patterned walking, packing, reading.
I dont even know this guy. No FUCKING CLUE.
I am leaving in the morning for a weeks vacation to Key West with a total stranger.
This
is crazy......
I knew he drove like a maniac, I knew he could talk as if no one was listening to him.
I figured out that he spent alot of time alone growing up so.. no one was EVER listening.
He was funny, he was cute and was in the military so how screwed up could he be?
We left the next morning for Key West.
I had decided that NOTHING is ever free, so unless he was a total barbarian I could handle a week with almost ANYONE to spend a week on the beach.
I felt beautiful everyday,
I felt protected every minute,
I laughed a lot
had amazing sex, that I truly had no idea, NOOOO IDEA.
yet.
I always felt as if he were trying to convince me of something.
What was the big secret?
What is really going on in there???
I still wonder to this day, what motivates his desire/need to be so unreachable?
We leave in the morning to sort of relive that first adventure together. After so many adventures in between are we even close to those two people?
We will be in the same place, same souls, different packaging, lots of baggage.
Lets see what this week brings us, both as a couple and as people.
Come one along and lets see if we can get to the bottom of it all<3 p="">
Clothes, shoes, books, magazines, paper clippings, newspapers.
EVERYWHERE.
He would walk around the apartment, usually in his underwear, and pick up a book and just plop down, open it, and read.
Then get up, put the book down, do something, come back and have some old magazine in his hand. He would plop somewhere else and just read.
I was sitting on the floor, wearing my old overalls and tshirt, painting my nails.
I watched his patterned walking, packing, reading.
I dont even know this guy. No FUCKING CLUE.
I am leaving in the morning for a weeks vacation to Key West with a total stranger.
This
is crazy......
I knew he drove like a maniac, I knew he could talk as if no one was listening to him.
I figured out that he spent alot of time alone growing up so.. no one was EVER listening.
He was funny, he was cute and was in the military so how screwed up could he be?
We left the next morning for Key West.
I had decided that NOTHING is ever free, so unless he was a total barbarian I could handle a week with almost ANYONE to spend a week on the beach.
I felt beautiful everyday,
I felt protected every minute,
I laughed a lot
had amazing sex, that I truly had no idea, NOOOO IDEA.
yet.
I always felt as if he were trying to convince me of something.
What was the big secret?
What is really going on in there???
I still wonder to this day, what motivates his desire/need to be so unreachable?
We leave in the morning to sort of relive that first adventure together. After so many adventures in between are we even close to those two people?
We will be in the same place, same souls, different packaging, lots of baggage.
Lets see what this week brings us, both as a couple and as people.
Come one along and lets see if we can get to the bottom of it all<3 p="">
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