Happy almost Christmas
Greetings from NYC! It is sort of nice to be home--I think I am finally able to let down a little. I have taken naps both days I have been here. I have also been manically shopping...for myself. The presents were bought a long time ago. I now have the core of a DC-appropriate wardrobe. Most notably, Banana Republic has started making women's blouses in three cuts, one of which has ample enough breast tailoring so that I can find a shirt that doesn't gape and isn't a tent! Very exciting.
On the front that has taken up most of my attention these days, NM has me totally smitten. We talked about god, politics, and sex on our first dinner date.... I am anxious now because I haven't heard from him today--we were averaging 15 emails or so each day. But he knows I'm gone and he has a house guest, and well, we will see each other again, right? But I do look back at my last email and obsess over whether there was something obscurely wrong with it. Stop it Abby!!!!
If I were to be a little more secure that he hasn't started to hate me, I would be excited by the glimmer of hope that the idea of a relationship with someone like him offers. I am worried that we haven't progressed further physically yet, though there are perhaps practical reasons for that and there was much verbal flirting and talks of things we are going to do together in the future. But if that weren't a sign that we have no future, it might mean that we have a future very different from my previous "relationships": he stimulates my brain (and my mouth) more than pretty much anyone I've ever met. I could find myself exploring things that have sprouted in dark corners of my brain but never seen the light of someone else's interests.... And maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to meld the intellectual and physical into something pretty damn exciting. Don't know, but that is where hope is taking me today. And, god damn it, even if things don't work out with him, I think he may be raising the bar for the next poor bloke who comes along.
(please work out!)
And I did find a pair of very sexy jeans. I think he'll like them... ;)
On the front that has taken up most of my attention these days, NM has me totally smitten. We talked about god, politics, and sex on our first dinner date.... I am anxious now because I haven't heard from him today--we were averaging 15 emails or so each day. But he knows I'm gone and he has a house guest, and well, we will see each other again, right? But I do look back at my last email and obsess over whether there was something obscurely wrong with it. Stop it Abby!!!!
If I were to be a little more secure that he hasn't started to hate me, I would be excited by the glimmer of hope that the idea of a relationship with someone like him offers. I am worried that we haven't progressed further physically yet, though there are perhaps practical reasons for that and there was much verbal flirting and talks of things we are going to do together in the future. But if that weren't a sign that we have no future, it might mean that we have a future very different from my previous "relationships": he stimulates my brain (and my mouth) more than pretty much anyone I've ever met. I could find myself exploring things that have sprouted in dark corners of my brain but never seen the light of someone else's interests.... And maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to meld the intellectual and physical into something pretty damn exciting. Don't know, but that is where hope is taking me today. And, god damn it, even if things don't work out with him, I think he may be raising the bar for the next poor bloke who comes along.
(please work out!)
And I did find a pair of very sexy jeans. I think he'll like them... ;)
posted by Abby at 4:53 PM
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