My Friend
WARNING: Explicit description of an experience I had last week. May contain offensive material!
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Don't say I didn't warn you. :D
Last Saturday night I spent 3 hours commuting just to get to see an old friend for about an hour. In the original plan I was supposed to spend more time with him, but lately I've been very bad at sticking to my schedule. At about 5:30 in the evening my friend and I started our ritualistic conversation, conducted (as always) via text messaging. It usually goes something like this: Mostly actual msgs
Him: You should come over tonite.
Me: I can't. I [don't have transportation, am too tired/have a hangover, have homework, have school in the morning, etc.]
Him: Suck. Come anyway.
Me: Can't! Come see me.
Him: I can't come to Seattle. I'm off at 7. Come see me. Further research has led me to believe he just hates coming to Seattle
Me: Hon, be reasonable (yeah right). Why can't we plan ahead sometime?
Him: I hate plans. Come see me.
...few minute delay...
Him: You coming?
Me: *sigh* I told you I can't, quit being difficult.
Shockingly, on Saturday I decided to go. I guess the heavens were in alignment or something, but it only took me 4 hours to leave to go see him. I'd had a pretty crappy day and I felt miserable. He offered to pamper me and since my boy was working, I stole his car and headed to Poulsbo. A mad dash to Seattle, a short but very wet ferry ride, then a loooong drive into Poulsbo where I got lost twice, and I finally found his place. I haven't been there in over a year so I didn't feel too badly that I didn't 'member. I even forgot which building so I took the first visitor spot I saw and henceforth had to walk a loooooong way in the pouring down rain wearing a skirt and heels (at least they were boots so I was kinda warm). I wandered in just as he was coming out to make sure it was me at the door. He barely said hi when he turned around and promptly fell back into the bed. It was almost midnight by now and the poor boy had stayed awake to see me, even though he'd had no sleep the night before and then worked a 12 hour day (I'm not sure if being drunk at work counts as working, but who am I to comment?). I was thoroughly miserable from my day, from being wet, and from my glasses having water spots all over them from the stupid rain! So, like a sleepy, grumpy puppy and a wet, pouty kitten, we curled up in bed and started catching up.
Most of you have never heard of Iain, even though he's been one of my best friends for years. We have a somewhat strange history and relationship that I'm not sure even I can explain. Until about a year and a half ago, neither of us knew that we'd both had these huge crushes on each other practically the whole time we've been friends. When I met Iain I was in the middle of dating a series of his closest friends so he wasn't going to say anything to me. On my part, I was slightly intimidated by him being older, so experienced, that he used to kill people for a living (he was a sniper in the marines), and him being a bit of a misogynist. Okay, he was a huge misogynist and I was happy being 'Cass' instead of a woman. That way he treated me nicely. I'm not generally a fan of misogynists, but after watching how women acted around him, I started to understand it a bit more. It's funny how the strangest of circumstances can lead to powerful things. One night we were both at this place, Psycho Betty's, that we all hung out and we were the only two who were hungry. We decided to run get dinner only a series of misfortunes made it take something like 4 hours. That's the night we became close friends. That's the night, apparently, that each of us really started loving the other.
Our lives diverted paths after a time and while I kept up on big events (like his marriage, the birth of his son, etc.) I hadn't seen him in a long time. After my ex and I broke up, we got back in touch and I ended up going to see him. We planned on hanging out and me meeting his son, etc. I got there kind of late, and ended up staying over cause I was way too tired (and there were no more ferries that night). There had been some flirting going on and I found out that he no longer considered me 'Cass' instead of a girl. Somehow I got to be both. :) The nicest thing was curling up with him for the night (except when he sort of accidently punched me and left a huge mark). We lost touch for a while again after that, but a few months ago we found each other again. I've missed him so much, but I didn't realize quite how much until I actually saw him.
Walking into his apartment, I could smell his unique scent that tugs at something inside of me. It's a wonderful and almost painful feeling, like I want to roll myself up in his smell somehow. We curled up and talked about our lives, our feelings, how tired he was, everything. Laying there, I ran my fingers up and down his arm, his chest, and his back, reacquainting myself with the feel of his skin and everything about him. It felt so wonderful to see him and spend time with him again. Even as sleepy as he was, he still managed to bring out the sass in me and we had fun with our normal little power struggle and verbal repartee. All in all, it was a wonderful experience. Even though I absolutely knew that I had to, I truly did not want to leave his side to come home. I wanted so much more time with him. He really wanted me to stay the night so that we could curl up together for sleepy time, but I had stolen the boy's car and he was at work and I had to pick him up and bring him home.
As my boy and I went to bed that night and I told him about my evening, I was reminded once again of how lucky a girl I am. I appreciate so much that Dan doesn't think that my love for and joy in other people at all endangers our relationship. I can tell him about how wonderful it felt to be with my friend and he's so happy that I was happy. If I could just convince my friend that he could share me with Dan on a permanent basis, and that he is too good enough for me...I'd be so happy I think I'd burst. As it is, I'm amazed to have two men like this in my life. Each so different, but so important to me.
...
Don't say I didn't warn you. :D
Last Saturday night I spent 3 hours commuting just to get to see an old friend for about an hour. In the original plan I was supposed to spend more time with him, but lately I've been very bad at sticking to my schedule. At about 5:30 in the evening my friend and I started our ritualistic conversation, conducted (as always) via text messaging. It usually goes something like this: Mostly actual msgs
Him: You should come over tonite.
Me: I can't. I [don't have transportation, am too tired/have a hangover, have homework, have school in the morning, etc.]
Him: Suck. Come anyway.
Me: Can't! Come see me.
Him: I can't come to Seattle. I'm off at 7. Come see me. Further research has led me to believe he just hates coming to Seattle
Me: Hon, be reasonable (yeah right). Why can't we plan ahead sometime?
Him: I hate plans. Come see me.
...few minute delay...
Him: You coming?
Me: *sigh* I told you I can't, quit being difficult.
Shockingly, on Saturday I decided to go. I guess the heavens were in alignment or something, but it only took me 4 hours to leave to go see him. I'd had a pretty crappy day and I felt miserable. He offered to pamper me and since my boy was working, I stole his car and headed to Poulsbo. A mad dash to Seattle, a short but very wet ferry ride, then a loooong drive into Poulsbo where I got lost twice, and I finally found his place. I haven't been there in over a year so I didn't feel too badly that I didn't 'member. I even forgot which building so I took the first visitor spot I saw and henceforth had to walk a loooooong way in the pouring down rain wearing a skirt and heels (at least they were boots so I was kinda warm). I wandered in just as he was coming out to make sure it was me at the door. He barely said hi when he turned around and promptly fell back into the bed. It was almost midnight by now and the poor boy had stayed awake to see me, even though he'd had no sleep the night before and then worked a 12 hour day (I'm not sure if being drunk at work counts as working, but who am I to comment?). I was thoroughly miserable from my day, from being wet, and from my glasses having water spots all over them from the stupid rain! So, like a sleepy, grumpy puppy and a wet, pouty kitten, we curled up in bed and started catching up.
Most of you have never heard of Iain, even though he's been one of my best friends for years. We have a somewhat strange history and relationship that I'm not sure even I can explain. Until about a year and a half ago, neither of us knew that we'd both had these huge crushes on each other practically the whole time we've been friends. When I met Iain I was in the middle of dating a series of his closest friends so he wasn't going to say anything to me. On my part, I was slightly intimidated by him being older, so experienced, that he used to kill people for a living (he was a sniper in the marines), and him being a bit of a misogynist. Okay, he was a huge misogynist and I was happy being 'Cass' instead of a woman. That way he treated me nicely. I'm not generally a fan of misogynists, but after watching how women acted around him, I started to understand it a bit more. It's funny how the strangest of circumstances can lead to powerful things. One night we were both at this place, Psycho Betty's, that we all hung out and we were the only two who were hungry. We decided to run get dinner only a series of misfortunes made it take something like 4 hours. That's the night we became close friends. That's the night, apparently, that each of us really started loving the other.
Our lives diverted paths after a time and while I kept up on big events (like his marriage, the birth of his son, etc.) I hadn't seen him in a long time. After my ex and I broke up, we got back in touch and I ended up going to see him. We planned on hanging out and me meeting his son, etc. I got there kind of late, and ended up staying over cause I was way too tired (and there were no more ferries that night). There had been some flirting going on and I found out that he no longer considered me 'Cass' instead of a girl. Somehow I got to be both. :) The nicest thing was curling up with him for the night (except when he sort of accidently punched me and left a huge mark). We lost touch for a while again after that, but a few months ago we found each other again. I've missed him so much, but I didn't realize quite how much until I actually saw him.
Walking into his apartment, I could smell his unique scent that tugs at something inside of me. It's a wonderful and almost painful feeling, like I want to roll myself up in his smell somehow. We curled up and talked about our lives, our feelings, how tired he was, everything. Laying there, I ran my fingers up and down his arm, his chest, and his back, reacquainting myself with the feel of his skin and everything about him. It felt so wonderful to see him and spend time with him again. Even as sleepy as he was, he still managed to bring out the sass in me and we had fun with our normal little power struggle and verbal repartee. All in all, it was a wonderful experience. Even though I absolutely knew that I had to, I truly did not want to leave his side to come home. I wanted so much more time with him. He really wanted me to stay the night so that we could curl up together for sleepy time, but I had stolen the boy's car and he was at work and I had to pick him up and bring him home.
As my boy and I went to bed that night and I told him about my evening, I was reminded once again of how lucky a girl I am. I appreciate so much that Dan doesn't think that my love for and joy in other people at all endangers our relationship. I can tell him about how wonderful it felt to be with my friend and he's so happy that I was happy. If I could just convince my friend that he could share me with Dan on a permanent basis, and that he is too good enough for me...I'd be so happy I think I'd burst. As it is, I'm amazed to have two men like this in my life. Each so different, but so important to me.