I loved having him here with me. It's the first time we've actually been able to spend quality time together without being interupted by siblings: we didn't have to lock the door, we didn't have little sister at our heels all day, and hell, I even let the headboard knock against the wall! There were a few negatives, the big one being his Warcraft Raid schedule: 7:30pm to Midnight! I understand that it's "his thing", but seriously...if you nerds want to get laid, cut down the time. Or at least cut it down to only a few nights a week. I wouldn't have minded as much if I were able to play at the same time, but he had stolen my internet...
Anyways..
So he really hit it off with Maya! The first couple days she didn't give a flip for Poodle, but then once she figured out that Poodle knew her whole Big Bird act was just a bluff, she gave into temptation and began preening his hairy chin. She started giving him sweet kisses and allowing him closer to the cage without going Big Bird on him. Towards the end of his stay she would willingly climb up onto his shoulder and just chill.
I'm definately going to miss him. Like always.
I wish I could just roll out of Houston and meet him half way to Delaware, build a fresh start some where new.
I had already met Poodle at the airport and shared many pleasantly awkward moments during the trek from baggage claim to my truck. Once inside the truck and out of view of other travelers, we ate each other's face and thoroughly enjoyed the ability to have physical contact once again. It was only on our way back to my apartment that Poodle did the unthinkable. He sighed and said "what the hell?!" and reached over and turned the radio off. It wasn't loud and offending, just a soft counrty tune. I would have pulled over onto the shoulder and stopped if the traffic wasn't as intimidating. Instead, I cut a glare at him and hissed, "You must think you have quite the pair to turn off MY radio in MY truck." And that pretty much set the tone for his stay down here. We're having a great time, though. He still plays World of Warcraft until the early morning hours and it's my resposibility as a caring and sex craved girlfriend to try and distract him. I've managed to seduce him from the computer every night since he's been here. Just last night I donned the skimpy school girl outfit with the miniskirt and 4 or 5 inch stripped heels. I plugged in my ipod and listened to James Otto, "Just Got Started Lovin' You" and danced and did a short strip tease. It was short because Poodle tends to get a bit...aggressive..when he's aroused.
Maya kissed him for the first time yesterday! It was cute! She was playing as a big intimidating bird, puffing up all her feathers and trying to scare him off. Then she leaned forward, (cause I was hugging him), and kissed him on the nose!
I'll add more later.
Saturday is getting so close. It's like I'm standing a foot from the flames, waiting to be engulfed. I hate this waiting part of the relationship.
I was getting so good at being lonely, gorging on raisenettes and Lifetime movies (thursday, 8pm, Come Early Morning), then all of a sudden I can toss the extra pillow off my bed because there will actually be a living, breathing, warm and pulsing body there. With a penis. I like to believe it's not all about sex.
Oh, but it is. I can't lie. And I think Poodle is getting alittle scared of my plans for him.
It won't only be Maya's kisses that I'll be looking forward to when I get home from work. I asked for next Friday off, and one of the girls from work was nice enough to work my weekend that Poodle is down here. I didn't even ask her to. She sent me a text message saying "I'll work your weekend for you." I sent one back that said "Thank You! You are Awesome!" She replied, "Just giving back all that you've done for me." I cried.
The number one thing that I can honestly say I'm the most excited about is going gorcery shopping with Poodle. He wants to make me his "famous" Diet Dr.Pepper floats. I miss those. I could make them myself, but it wouldn't be the same at all.
A week from today, right now, Poodle will be beside me in my car, on the couch, in the bed, in the kitchen.
He'll be exactly where he should be.
Though only for about a week.
Again, I was at the gym. This time I was not lookin' particularly cute because I hadn't washed my hair in over 24 hours and I didn't sleep real well last night. I was hell bent on getting a good work out despite my already aching muscles. As soon as I walked into the gym and saw him I knew my ass would be killing me when I walked back out. I tend to forget how many reps I've done, paying more attention to his sexy grunts. I kneeled down beside the lockers to put my keys and card away and I saw him approach from behind, heading toward the water fountain. When I turned to stand I heard "Morning," no smile. What made it better was that he was so close...so I didn't have to speak real loud and it was like a private salutation, the best kind. "Mornin' ," I replied, my voice just above a whisper because at that time we were shoulder to shoulder as he passed me. I was casual...no 'g'. It was pleasantly awkward for the rest of my workout. I was heading to get a set of 10lb free weights to make my lunges just that more difficult and we intersected each other. I wouldn't mind bumping into him, but he had stopped and mumbled something like an "Excuse me", but it could have been a "What a sexy ass." He left soon after I arrived. I bet he was sore too.
I know I'm with Poodle, but it doesn't mean I can't have something to look forward to while working out. It's merely motivation...sexy, sweaty, grunting motivation.
