Saturday, January 15, 2005
Back from my vacation, and almost back with HIM...
Two good things happened while I was gone for my skiing vacation:
1- I didn't break any bones, and
2- I got mail from some chica who saw my profile on one of the bisexual sites I submitted my stats to, and wants to "correspond" with me. She's 27, and her name starts with a "J". Good omen?
Either way, I don't even know yet where she is from, but I wrote her back, despite the fact that her email reached my inbox about a week ago, and she now probally thinks I am some arrogant jerk who ignores nice mail. What a good first impression I am leaving... but I have to say that I rather enjoyed my week of no connectivity of any sort, so screw you all, you and your fast paced life in the cyber world. I took a well deserved time-out. Neener.
(Ok, that's a small lie... I had my cell phone with me to call the direly missed Fiancé just about every day, driving my phone bill into astronomical heights.)
Speaking of The Fiancé... tomorrow I shall board my plane that will take me back into his loving arms. Needless to say, I can't wait for what awaits me in the privacy of our bedroom... and no, it was not MY suggestion for him to cease all masturbatory activity for three weeks from the time I left until the time I come back. Still, I am pleased with his efforts. What a build-up this must be, and what a shower I shall receive tomorrow...
Of course I am not so pleased with him not wanting for me to finally get my obsessed over HCH during the upcoming weekend. Seeing as the wound would keep us from having sex for a little while, he ordered me to wait at least another two weeks, so he can "work it off"... ugh...
1- I didn't break any bones, and
2- I got mail from some chica who saw my profile on one of the bisexual sites I submitted my stats to, and wants to "correspond" with me. She's 27, and her name starts with a "J". Good omen?
Either way, I don't even know yet where she is from, but I wrote her back, despite the fact that her email reached my inbox about a week ago, and she now probally thinks I am some arrogant jerk who ignores nice mail. What a good first impression I am leaving... but I have to say that I rather enjoyed my week of no connectivity of any sort, so screw you all, you and your fast paced life in the cyber world. I took a well deserved time-out. Neener.
(Ok, that's a small lie... I had my cell phone with me to call the direly missed Fiancé just about every day, driving my phone bill into astronomical heights.)
Speaking of The Fiancé... tomorrow I shall board my plane that will take me back into his loving arms. Needless to say, I can't wait for what awaits me in the privacy of our bedroom... and no, it was not MY suggestion for him to cease all masturbatory activity for three weeks from the time I left until the time I come back. Still, I am pleased with his efforts. What a build-up this must be, and what a shower I shall receive tomorrow...
Of course I am not so pleased with him not wanting for me to finally get my obsessed over HCH during the upcoming weekend. Seeing as the wound would keep us from having sex for a little while, he ordered me to wait at least another two weeks, so he can "work it off"... ugh...
