The Eagles gently coo ‘I’ve got seven women on my mind’, and he leans over, kisses me and says ‘I’ve only got one.’Sunday, December 9, 2012
hi-fiving the guy you’re sleeping with when you get your period.
I’m still pissed that she’s in his life.
BUT HOLY FUCK THE JOB I WANTED JUST CALLED ME AND TOLD ME TO GO THROUGH WITH THE MEDICAL I AM 1/2 APPLICANTS DOWN FROM 130 HOLY SHIT THIS IS AN ACTUAL DAY JOB.Wednesday, December 5, 2012
It’s been a weird few days. He was a bit crook, and went into hospital. Turns out to be something minor, and it’s all good. But it did require an ultrasound, and the next day we were waiting for the results in town.
Walking past, two girls go past him. “Hey you” he coos and walks up to her (me = standing = ??!!) and I recognised her. It was his ex of 6 years who lived together in the house I’m with him now. I shook her hand and introduced one another but it’s been bothering me ever since. Seeing her, in the flesh. And I’ve been pissy about it since, not wanting to really be around him. She seemed like a nice enough girl. Maybe that was the salt in the wound.
Self sabotage, again.
I snooped. I looked at his Facebook page (from mine!) and saw they’re not friends again. Ouch. He’s trustworthy, he’s good as gold, but it’s irking on me so badly.
Then last night I had nightmares. One after the other. Tossing and turning. Money worries, plus this. I even dreamt about my ex.
Positively, though, I found myself part-time work in exactly what I want to do - I.T based in design. I’m very excited and although it’s not high-paying, it’s going to lead to better opportunities.
Sitting here on the bar of the tattoo parlor watching him get his tummy finished.Monday, December 3, 2012
So the two weeks around/over Christmas/New years is going to be hectic. Over a week with his family, a little under a week with mine. Over 4000klms are going to be driven. I’m going to be spending every moment with himSunday, December 2, 2012
I spent the afternoon playing with the boys toys. Big land cruisers, big shotguns, clay birds and beer.
I watched hesitant to play at first. Not really my world as a woman, but I love being around it. I was leaned up against the big truck and watched them fling and shoot the clay targets. A little proud, a mob of ducks flew over where they were shooting, his mate looks over at him and he says ‘nah, she’ll kill me.’ (He was dead right.)
Eventually, after a good ten minutes, the boys fetched a shotgun smaller than a 12 gauge over and under and spent five minutes teaching me how to use it.
He stood behind me and his right hand showed me the controls and his left hand gentle squeezed my hip. Eventually, I shot both. And he said I was proud I didn’t drop the 12 gauge.
And he also mentioned he couldn’t get his ex anywhere near his guns. Petty but haha I win.
Home turned to bed turned to quiet sex… I think the only time we’ve ever fucked just him on top. I found it easily, wrapped my legs around him and my nails found his back. It was simple; kissing, groaning, soft touches.
We’ve been together nearly six months now and have slept together all but 3 or 4 nights. When it’s that often, every night, you get to know each others tides. He knows without even testing me when I want it softer, harder, from behind, him on top, me on top, when I wanna cum, when I’m ready for him to cum. He just gets it now.
I fell asleep with his arm around me, comfortable on his chest, held tight against his body.
Tomorrow he gets re-tattoo’d.
His vanilla sex sure doesn’t taste like vanilla.
I shot my first shotguns today. He held me from behind, taught me the controls, and squeezed the trigger with me, hand on my waist.
Guns and sex yes please