2006-06-08 - 12:02 a.m.
Okay, so the world survived 6/6/06.
::yawn::
I had one good day today.
Mike got a day pass, so I drove up to pick him up at 10am. First place we went was to the jail to pick up his money and phone. They gave him his money but we had to wait until noon to get his phone so we drove back to his house and did the dirty. Then we drove back to the jail to get his phone. On the way we stopped at Foot Locker so he could get a new pair of sneakers, then to McD to get some food. After that we again drove back to his house and did more dirty.
A little TMI for those who might want to skip it. Those who don't care, just click at the bottom of the blank space here, hold and drag to highlight the invisi-text.
Just one of the many reasons I love him: I, in the heat of the moment, asked him to come inside me, but he, wanting to be responsible, didn't. You have to love a man who knows when not to listen to a woman during sex.
And at the end of it all, I was left feeling a little tipsy, slightly more than a little off-balance, a bit light-headed, and sore.
But I'm certainly not complaining. So far what we did today has been the best we've ever had.
His mom came home around 3:30 and we headed out for a little shopping expedition. Mike wanted some socks and instant coffee. He got his socks, but didn't find the coffee. His mom got me a smoothie from Dunkin Donuts and then bought dinner for the three of us and Mike's dad. I don't think I like mango and passionfruit together. Remind me never to make the stuff myself. Should've gotten the strawberry coolatta instead.
Yeah, and I just noticed a bruise on my arm. One guess how it got there.
Mike's mom took some time to show us some recent pictures that they have saved on their computer. A teeny-tiny little jealousy demon started niggling in a corner of my mind when Mike's daughter's mother turned up in a few of the pictures. She's just that, after all: his daughter's mother. They had a child together. I didn't say anything at the moment, but on my drive home, Mike called and I mentioned the jealousy. He assured me that the relationship had ended nine years ago, and that the feelings they'd shared were long gone. I trust him in this, but... I still can't help feeling jealous. Is that wrong?
On the subject of wrong and right, peacefulraven wrote this: The Hippie and the Preacher, a modernized interpretation of one of the many parables in the Bible. He's working on more and I can't wait to see them.
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