Captian Retardo
so, it looks like Captain Retardo is contemplating retirement...and not a moment too soon.
i have been a very patient girl with this damn man. he's lucky i like him so much. trust me, i've bailed on lesser offenses. i can respect his gangsta and really was not willing to participate in his freak out. i'm not interested in anyone else. he has my complete and undivided attention, he just needs to calm down. i think that's starting to happen.
i went to the Watering Hole...as is my wont...and we showed up at the same time. i went on in, sat down, and starting talking to Debbie. a couple of minutes later, he comes in and sits next to me. we're talking and have a good time. the funny shit didn't start poppin' until this guy asked him if he wanted to play pool. what makes this so funny is that i go there to watch American Idol with Debbie and hang out. David doesn't like American Idol and actively laughs at us for watching it. so, our show is on and when the guy asked him if he wanted to play, David looked at me and hesitated. he didn't go until i reminded him that he didn't even like the show and that i'd come over to where he was when it was over. he said ok and then left. he popped back in a couple of times and then i went over to him when it was done.
what makes that so funny is that for someone who's freaking out and all noncommittal and distant, he was awfully concerned about leaving me. so, after my show, we played pool for the rest of the night and dicked around. that was fun: nice and flirty. he'd tap me and the ass with the pool stick and i'd nuzzle his ear to fuck up his shots. it felt...dare i say it?...normal again.
as my mom says, "whatever it is you're doing, it's working." the sad thing is all i'm doing to paying him very little mind and doing me. i knew i didn't make up how much we liked each other. i guess he just needed to throw on the brakes, which is fine with me. i've long since said this, since we started dating, i feel very comfortable and secure with him. even through his freak out, i don't think he's out with any other girl or anything like that. i can't explain why i don't believe that, i just do.
i've never really had a public relationship before. all of my shits have either been long distance or clandestine. either way, there is a certain comfort and security in everyone knowing you're together and openly flirting together. it certainly makes me --otherwise pathologically insecure-- capable of falling back and giving him space. tonight it was almost like i had my David back. i liked it...a lot.
being with him is much different from a lot of situations in the past, most notably, Vegas. man, that was a disaster. Andrea still believes he's full of shit and actually does like me. i agree, but it's irrelevant now. i was crazy about Vegas, but i always felt like i wasn't good enough. i don't feel like that with David. i know i can be as silly or retarded as i want with him and he'll either match it or top me. i don't feel like i need to stay abreast of current events just to casually talk to him. we can talk about those things, but i don't feel like i need to do any prep work to be around him. i can call him a jerk when he's being one. i can tell him he's sexy, because he is and he can effortlessly bring up Moni Love in a conversation. what's not to love about that?
what can i say? i'm totally smitten with this man. he's tall, beautiful, well rounded, and, most importantly, silly. my God the man is ridiculous. i fucking dig that. plus, i like having him naked in my bed. he's got probably one of the best backs i've ever seen. we have a good gig that has serious potential. i'm willing to wait for that for as long as it takes.
one really funny thing that happened was that he kept talking about an egalitarian society as he kicks my ass in pool. i said, "you know, who ever said i liked egalitarian societies?" he said, "oh, what? are you more of a traditionalist." i said, "as a matter of fact, i am. i'm a southern girl. i believe in letting a man be a man. i cook and bake and do all things domestic and you should knock some of my balls in to make me feel better." he laughed and then blew some shots to let me catch up. at one point, he hit two of my balls in at the same time. he looked at me, smiled, took off his hat and bowed. i walked over from around the table and curtsied.
boys: they're so insane.
i have been a very patient girl with this damn man. he's lucky i like him so much. trust me, i've bailed on lesser offenses. i can respect his gangsta and really was not willing to participate in his freak out. i'm not interested in anyone else. he has my complete and undivided attention, he just needs to calm down. i think that's starting to happen.
i went to the Watering Hole...as is my wont...and we showed up at the same time. i went on in, sat down, and starting talking to Debbie. a couple of minutes later, he comes in and sits next to me. we're talking and have a good time. the funny shit didn't start poppin' until this guy asked him if he wanted to play pool. what makes this so funny is that i go there to watch American Idol with Debbie and hang out. David doesn't like American Idol and actively laughs at us for watching it. so, our show is on and when the guy asked him if he wanted to play, David looked at me and hesitated. he didn't go until i reminded him that he didn't even like the show and that i'd come over to where he was when it was over. he said ok and then left. he popped back in a couple of times and then i went over to him when it was done.
what makes that so funny is that for someone who's freaking out and all noncommittal and distant, he was awfully concerned about leaving me. so, after my show, we played pool for the rest of the night and dicked around. that was fun: nice and flirty. he'd tap me and the ass with the pool stick and i'd nuzzle his ear to fuck up his shots. it felt...dare i say it?...normal again.
as my mom says, "whatever it is you're doing, it's working." the sad thing is all i'm doing to paying him very little mind and doing me. i knew i didn't make up how much we liked each other. i guess he just needed to throw on the brakes, which is fine with me. i've long since said this, since we started dating, i feel very comfortable and secure with him. even through his freak out, i don't think he's out with any other girl or anything like that. i can't explain why i don't believe that, i just do.
i've never really had a public relationship before. all of my shits have either been long distance or clandestine. either way, there is a certain comfort and security in everyone knowing you're together and openly flirting together. it certainly makes me --otherwise pathologically insecure-- capable of falling back and giving him space. tonight it was almost like i had my David back. i liked it...a lot.
being with him is much different from a lot of situations in the past, most notably, Vegas. man, that was a disaster. Andrea still believes he's full of shit and actually does like me. i agree, but it's irrelevant now. i was crazy about Vegas, but i always felt like i wasn't good enough. i don't feel like that with David. i know i can be as silly or retarded as i want with him and he'll either match it or top me. i don't feel like i need to stay abreast of current events just to casually talk to him. we can talk about those things, but i don't feel like i need to do any prep work to be around him. i can call him a jerk when he's being one. i can tell him he's sexy, because he is and he can effortlessly bring up Moni Love in a conversation. what's not to love about that?
what can i say? i'm totally smitten with this man. he's tall, beautiful, well rounded, and, most importantly, silly. my God the man is ridiculous. i fucking dig that. plus, i like having him naked in my bed. he's got probably one of the best backs i've ever seen. we have a good gig that has serious potential. i'm willing to wait for that for as long as it takes.
one really funny thing that happened was that he kept talking about an egalitarian society as he kicks my ass in pool. i said, "you know, who ever said i liked egalitarian societies?" he said, "oh, what? are you more of a traditionalist." i said, "as a matter of fact, i am. i'm a southern girl. i believe in letting a man be a man. i cook and bake and do all things domestic and you should knock some of my balls in to make me feel better." he laughed and then blew some shots to let me catch up. at one point, he hit two of my balls in at the same time. he looked at me, smiled, took off his hat and bowed. i walked over from around the table and curtsied.
boys: they're so insane.
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