This: I Hope it Never Ends

I am going to admit some of the stuff that happens in my bedroom when my guy is over, and it is nothing that would embarrass my mom (or my best friend, who always covers her ears and tells me "I don't want to know" when I say that he stays over on weekends.) Yesterday, when we woke up, he started doing jokes about the way Tyrannosaurus Rex was built (big head, big back legs, but teeny weeny front arms.) He went through this impression that had me in hysterics. I think it was actually one of the better times (no, not the best times; this is staying PG rated) that I had in bed with him.

That is what is important. Laughing and enjoying each other's company. One of the things we really enjoy doing is cooking, and the fact that we cook together in my tiny kitchen and don't kill each other is a miracle. We enjoy the little things. For example,we went for a long walk at a local park yesterday and discussed various parts of the park that we came across and wondered about the history of each point. Boring for many, I would imagine, but interesting for us.

I have been in different relationships, and many of them were imbued with a sense of neediness, of a list of requirement hoops that I needed to jump through. This has none of that. No neediness, no hoops. Just an enjoyment of each other's company.

I still don't know where this is going. But I hope it never ends.