I didn’t think I would have this problem. And I’m going to make this post quick because a very wise New Yorker suggested perhaps I write a little bit less and focus on other stuff (he said health, but I’m going to use the found time to get my turntable fixed so I can play the albums my father gave me at Christmas… his ENTIRE music collection).
Last night I was texting Tony a little bit and I sent him a picture…not particularly naughty, but I did think it was sexy. It was of my shoulder, neck, and breast (covered with my hand) showing him that the bruise from last weekend had faded.
He didn’t exactly respond in a manner I thought befitting someone who had just received said photo, so I asked him what he thought and he said:
Pretty damn awesome response to a question I hadn’t asked… but of course had wondered.
So, this is good. We have no plans for this weekend other than a tentative one that he may come by after my son is asleep, either Saturday or Sunday night. And I’m strangely okay with that.
But wait! There’s more. That’s not the complicating part.
I mentioned in a holidays post that I have been in touch with The Comedian (just search “comedian” in my search bar to find the posts about him). He’s been rehearsing his show and dealing with family and other stuff and has been rather busy. I never worry about it because we’ve known each other for 26 years. So time is relative.
Occasionally he will send me a text saying he wishes he was kissing me or that he thinks I’m “fine” (meant in the good way) or some such sweet and romantic thing. But I haven’t seen him since our lunch date.
He’s now rehearsing his show for the next month in a different city. Then he’s off to yet another city to do a pre-run of the show before it premieres in the theater town. All that to say, he’s not in my city for perhaps the next year, depending on how well the show does.
Last night, after I had put my son to sleep and was ready to go to bed myself, I got “hey. I would like to touch you” from him. We texted back and forth for a bit and then he said “I would like to consummate our relationship”.
This is something I have wanted to do since the first day I met him all those years ago.
Later, he followed with:
Meaning, it’s never happened and it should have. He called me on my phone and we talked for almost an hour. He’d been drinking, which I think is when he gets up the courage to say these things to me. While a gregarious and hilarious performer, he’s different when he’s not on stage.
He joked that it has taken him 25 years to ask me to sleep with him. I suggested that pace is slightly slow.
After we hung up, I realized that I can’t remember the last time a man said such wonderful, complimentary, and romantic things to me. He spoke about how much he has liked me since he’d met me all those years ago, how smart and beautiful I am, and how he’d like to be next to me, hugging me, kissing me, and making love to me. I need to write more about this, because I have a brewing conflict in my head. But the reality is I know what I will do if I have that opportunity with him – I guess one question for me is whether I make that opportunity.
Off to deal with my turntable. Mark, I hope this proves some progress on my part to you… I’m 400 words less than my usual 😉