It's such a nice day outside. I need to go somewhere, anywhere that's not here. So I'm going. Probably to Dina's for a bit, at least.
I seem to have developed this annoying (to me) habit of just reposting old entries when I don't feel like writing anything new.
Well, here I go again. From last November:
I was talking to this girl tonight, about various topics ranging from my ass to how good I smelled, and eventually she asked me what it was that I wanted. As in, what did I want in a relationship?I became a little tongue-tied. Which was strange because I've certainly thought about this subject a lot. Probably more than is healthy.
But, despite all of my thinking, I couldn't really come up with a definitive answer. All I could think of were examples from several diferent relationships. An amalgam of sorts.
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Driving late at night, with her and the kids else asleep in the car. She counted on me to get us to our destination safely. She trusted me.
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We'd watch a movie, and she'd lie on the couch with her head in my lap. She'd invariably fall asleep, and I'd be unable to move for hours. I could never bring myself to wake her, she was so pretty and peaceful.
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She'd be feeling sad, and she'd lean her head against my shoulder and sigh.
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She'd come into the bar and look around for anyone she knew, and she'd see me and she'd smile.
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She came to me crying, and she hugged me, and she kissed me, and we made love. We didn't say a word to each other for hours, because we didn't need to.
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She'd call me or text me whenever she wanted someone to talk to. I was always there for her.
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That way she'd blush every single time I gave her even the slightest compliment.
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Sparkles.
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I talked to her, and it was like we were the only people on Earth. I had her complete attention, just as she had mine.
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She was tired. I didn't even know her. But she slept leaning against me on the plane.
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We talked for what seemed like hours, and our faces were so close that our lips were almost touching. Eventually, our lips did touch.
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I grabbed her hand, finally, and she squeezed my hand soooo hard.
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I'd look at her in a certain way, and her nipples would harden.
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She could never simply touch me. There always had to be something more. Little circles she'd make with her fingers - they'd drive me insane.
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She simply understood me.
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She forgave me.
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She loved me.
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I'd watch her sleep, and all of the stress in my life would wash away like it was never even there.
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That's what I want. More stuff like that, please.
