Drank a cup o' reality at 10:49 a.m. on Sunday, Mar. 23, 2003
I’m sorry that I didn’t finish and post this yesterday; I kept falling asleep.
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Last night as I was going out My Best Friend wished me an evening good enough to write about. “An Entry Worthy Night” she called it. Little did we know at the time just how entry worthy it would be.
I am still in shock. It has not yet set in. And like a 17 year old I keep looking in the mirror to see if I look different, if people will be able to tell. I think that there is a definite glow about me.
It was 1 year ago last night that The Farmer and I met for the first time. Little did we know then all of the drama that would unfold over the last year.
Celece thinks that Amy was a blessing in disguise for The Farmer and I. And I am wont to agree.
I’m not going to track down all of the bar hopping, or bad behavior that led to the culmination of last nights events. Instead I am going to cut to the good parts. The Farmer was out with Kris; they were apparently having guy’s night and more apparently avoiding contact with their girl friends. He and I started talking, and then we started flirting. Then some thing possessed me to lean in and say, “Farmer, you would not believe what I have shaved, I don’t want a relationship with you, but I really want to go home with you tonight.” His eyes got all big. Some seducing was involved. And really, what did I have to loose? Plans were made for us to meet up later.
I deposited my carload of drunken people back in Hartland where Amy was working. The Farmer and I made phone contact. I headed to meet him at Kris’ house (as Amy has decided to move into The Farmer’s place, “She has more shit in my bathroom than I do!”).
My Source has been hooking up with Kris. It was bad last night and I would go so far as to say that she made a fool out of herself. I ended up turning around to pick-up My Source to take her to Kris’ with me.
Once there... well... there was kissing on the couch, cuddling, teasing about Amy, talking about work and life. It was good. Kris and My Source went off to Kris’ room. The Farmer and I were left alone. He asked to inspect the shaving. He paid me back for the Head I had given. He was good. We discussed sex. We kissed. We discussed it some more.
I had sex with The Farmer on Kris’ couch.
He was wonderful: kind, careful, concerned, tender, sweet. It was exactly how I wanted it to be. (Don’t get me wrong, it hurt like hell, was not pleasurable and neither of us came) He kept saying things like “Next time...” and “When we do this again...” At one point, while he was in me he said, “You are so mine.” He said it again when we were done. I told him that I wasn’t anyone’s. “Nope, ‘cuz you’re mine” he said. I thought that was interesting and am not sure what he meant. It wasn’t derogatory, or possessive; just interesting.
We held each other all night; until he fell off the couch. He slept for a few hours on the floor as we continued to share a blanket. In the morning he crawled back on the couch with me. We cuddled there and whispered. He was so affectionate. He asked, “So, will we see each other again?” I said, “That’s up to you.” “Do you want to see each other again?” That’s up to you. “I think we should see each other again.” Well, you have my number, I won’t be calling you. “Good then I can call you.” “Yeah, I won’t be holding my breath. I did tell him that he needed to take care of the Amy situation. He promised he would.
We got up, dressed, gave Kris and My Source some shit and headed out. In the yard he kissed me like he meant it, checked my number and said he’d call. I’m not holding my breath
At 12:30 yesterday afternoon he called. “You can breathe now,” he said. He asked to see me this week. He said he would call later; we both needed a nap. He needed to break-up with Amy.
So, he’ll call. Or, he won’t. Either way, I’m surprisingly patient and calm.
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I can’t believe it all. I woke up this morning and seriously wondered if it had all been a dream. Shauna put it perfectly; “Sex is a big deal if you aren’t having it. Once, you’ve had it, it becomes less important.” I am so glad that I had it with The Farmer.
Celece says that we will be celebrating March 21st every year. It will become a holiday. Help us come up with a name for it.
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