Yesterday’s story really begins in the shower. I was enjoying a fine shower. A long and hot and steamy shower where I let my thoughts run free. My thoughts ran to Emma and her body and her mind and her confusing ways. I decided I wouldn’t say anything about “us” or anything like that. I’d just show up, make sure she knows I like her and see what happens. My main man Whiskers always tells me not to ask questions and act like man, so that’s what I decided to do. Maybe 10% I could do that, but still, a plan is a plan.
Anyways, I get out of the shower and look at my phone and see that Emma has texted me. I check the text and it’s a long one and it says she needs a huge favor. This favor involves filling out a character reference and having it notarized. No big deal. I get that done and head off to school. My day goes fine and when class is over I head to the restaurant. Buca on the plaza (for strat). Place is amazing. I had the cheese manicotti and it was perfection.
We talked about her birthday last week and that night out and the hickey, but nothing really important was said. We talked about Thanksgiving and what our respective plans were. I told her how horrible my family is and how I don’t enjoy the holidays because of that and she said, “Well, when we’re married we can just go to my side of the family.”
That would be perfect I said.
Pretty earlier on in the dinner she asked me if she could come over after and use my printer. Hers is broken and she needed to print some stuff related to that character reference and it had to be done tonight. No problem, Emma, my printer is your printer. I assumed it would take a few minutes and then we could watch a movie or at least I would ask. Nope, the “printing” was 2.5 hours of filling out forms that couldn’t be saved on-line and then printing and scanning some stuff. So yeah, she did that at my kitchen table while I watched TV. When she was done she thanked me over and over again and commented several times on how good I am too her. Those are good things, right?
It was 10:30 by now and she had to be up early so she left. I walked her to her car and we hugged. I wasn’t going to kiss her unless she really made it known she wanted me too. Which she did. She kept her arms around my waist and our naughty bits tight together and pulled her head back and looked up at me. With that obvious invitation, I kissed her. And I kissed her long and good. She told me to text her later and I said I would. I went inside on top of the world.
It’s really going to suck when it doesn’t work out and my heart breaks again.