wowie

i did not expect this. i am leaving expectation at the door...and sitting aghast in wonderment. or should i say vunderment. = )
il bello is persistent. what a dream. he's honestly the first dude i've been involved with who actually plays ball LIKE me. and i think i like it. clever as shit...for example, i send him a pic of me "cheers!" with a glass of absynth. "Absynth makes the heart grow fonder," he replies. Which turns into a gentle all-night convo with poetry and eroticism...

I'm fairly certain we tasted each other. My tongue still slips saccharine across the back of my teeth as I recall you dripping from my smile like the sun smooth kiss of a fresh peach.

Like, yee-haw, hello??? Where the fuck have you been all my life? And I've been spending my time writing poetry and prose for these IDIOTS that don't even get the entendres??

then the next night, things get a little saucy. i sent him some pretty pics...and he actually CALLED later that night (even woke me up and i didn't care) to say THANK YOU. i mean, i would have flipped a brick if the professor did that. he didn't even bother to send me a thank you in email or text.

and the snuggling. my god. the only person i've met who is as obsessed with snuggling as i. what a travesty, this beautiful person is in a different city, and not at all interested in the nature of relationship that i am. but, also...what a blessing...what a blessing that i crossed paths with this creature, and that i'm receiving his attention at this time.

meanwhile, the musician and professor are calling, texting, emailing...but i don't answer. it's not that i don't want to...i'm just...distracted. = )