Tonight.
"I hope you don't think I've been ignoring you. I had a bunch of phone calls to make and for some reason you are always the one I call first. Because I think about you the most."
"That's because I give the best blow jobs."
Now if I could just find some way to make a date with him. He's got a funky work schedule. I can't seem to get the right nights off.
He wants me to move closer to him. I'd love to. I'd love to see him every day. But I've never lived over on that side of town. I know nothing about that area. And I don't think it would be wise to move just so I could see him more. As it is, he's an hour and a half away. I'd drive that all the time just to see him if I could. But I understand that it's not convenient and sometimes downright dangerous late at night (which it always is).
He knows that. But I know he would see me much more if I lived nearer to him.
I find myself missing him. I really do.
Posted by debutaunt at March 16, 2005 09:52 PM