I was early, by about 10 minutes. The lights were on so I knocked on the door but no one answered. I texted him. Then I called. He answered and said that he'd be home in 5 minutes. I stood in front of his apartment, worked, on my phone. There were a lot of messages to answer at work. I worked for fifteen minutes and he showed up. "Hi Sweetie." He approached me.
No one has ever called me "sweetie" before. It seemed rather intimate and old fashioned. He was old fashioned. I had one very high heels so I looked only a few inches shorter than him. He's 5'10" and very slim built.
He said a name, and that person was coming to stay there while he's traveling. A guy he's known for a long time, who has helped him to start his company, from upstate New York. As a result, he hired a cleaning lady to clean. She was still, apparently cleaning. She was thorough but not exactly the best at what she did. He waited for her to leave. We stood in the kitchen, apart from each other, chatting. I had on plum polka dot stockings and a black floral dress. He took a look at me and said, "I was just reading about the eccentricity of San Francisco, it starts with Emperor Norton." I said, not missing a beat, "are you accused of me being eccentric?" He said, "Well yes, very, look at the way you are dressed. I know, this is actually very conservative for you." I then said, "Well, I'd like to think I dress more New York street smart." If you want to see eccentricity, go to New York. This is nothing." He smiled.
He asked about my work. My birthday party. He told me about what he did over the weekend, a lot of kid's activities. He said that he liked how we went away, on a business trip. I worked, he worked and he liked how we slept together. I said that "but you slept like a log the next night." He said, "Yes I was very tired." Sometimes being together isn't about always having sex. It's about companionship. That second night was one such night.
He told me that his friend who was visiting was cheap and did not want to stay in hotels. Thus his place would do. "Once he slept on that couch. Like a 18 year old and he's 60." He said. He seems to be more open about it. Like he wanted to share his life.
Cleaning lady was leaving. He was polite but irritated after. She had forgotten to put the new sheets on his bed. So I helped him. I recognized the pillows. They were the ones I bought for him. The sheets too. He put them on for his guest. "It must be the midwesterner mentality. We are polite but we don't always mean what we say. That's why people hate working for me." He said. He runs a small tech company in SoMa. He will tell people that he liked their work but will also give them 15, 20 feedback comments. He's a perfectionist.
He wrote me sparsely. But more so than before. Sometimes I think when I write I write better than others. This is what I wrote to him last night, and mid morning, I bet his plan changed and he was able to return to his place for a little bit before heading out to his child's place again. The place where the child lives with his mother, and he then takes care of his child with her. A woman he used to date but now just co-parents.
"It's a long shot but I want to see you before you go. And I don't want to have sex. I just want to take you out for a quick bite, a drink or both. My timing is flexible, and this is not a booty call and it's convenient for me... I just wish to spend a little time with you.
No one has ever called me "sweetie" before. It seemed rather intimate and old fashioned. He was old fashioned. I had one very high heels so I looked only a few inches shorter than him. He's 5'10" and very slim built.
He said a name, and that person was coming to stay there while he's traveling. A guy he's known for a long time, who has helped him to start his company, from upstate New York. As a result, he hired a cleaning lady to clean. She was still, apparently cleaning. She was thorough but not exactly the best at what she did. He waited for her to leave. We stood in the kitchen, apart from each other, chatting. I had on plum polka dot stockings and a black floral dress. He took a look at me and said, "I was just reading about the eccentricity of San Francisco, it starts with Emperor Norton." I said, not missing a beat, "are you accused of me being eccentric?" He said, "Well yes, very, look at the way you are dressed. I know, this is actually very conservative for you." I then said, "Well, I'd like to think I dress more New York street smart." If you want to see eccentricity, go to New York. This is nothing." He smiled.
He asked about my work. My birthday party. He told me about what he did over the weekend, a lot of kid's activities. He said that he liked how we went away, on a business trip. I worked, he worked and he liked how we slept together. I said that "but you slept like a log the next night." He said, "Yes I was very tired." Sometimes being together isn't about always having sex. It's about companionship. That second night was one such night.
He told me that his friend who was visiting was cheap and did not want to stay in hotels. Thus his place would do. "Once he slept on that couch. Like a 18 year old and he's 60." He said. He seems to be more open about it. Like he wanted to share his life.
Cleaning lady was leaving. He was polite but irritated after. She had forgotten to put the new sheets on his bed. So I helped him. I recognized the pillows. They were the ones I bought for him. The sheets too. He put them on for his guest. "It must be the midwesterner mentality. We are polite but we don't always mean what we say. That's why people hate working for me." He said. He runs a small tech company in SoMa. He will tell people that he liked their work but will also give them 15, 20 feedback comments. He's a perfectionist.
He wrote me sparsely. But more so than before. Sometimes I think when I write I write better than others. This is what I wrote to him last night, and mid morning, I bet his plan changed and he was able to return to his place for a little bit before heading out to his child's place again. The place where the child lives with his mother, and he then takes care of his child with her. A woman he used to date but now just co-parents.
"It's a long shot but I want to see you before you go. And I don't want to have sex. I just want to take you out for a quick bite, a drink or both. My timing is flexible, and this is not a booty call and it's convenient for me... I just wish to spend a little time with you.
So can you find a little window of opening?
I'm going to miss you, no matter what."
I wrote to him and he said that he'd have an hour and that he'd understand that it was too short and it was okay to meet after he returns. I knew what he meant is that he wanted to see me and he felt bad it was going to be brief. I liked brief visits. I agreed to see him.
He told me repeatedly how much he liked spending time with me, away. I went to the bookstore and bought him a book titled Lonely Planet Vietnam. It was the only travel book on Vietnam in the bookstore. He opened the gift wrapping carefully and began to say "You are always so nice to me." I was generous with him. But he was too and that all evens out in the long run. He said that he did not have the book and that he'd read it on plane. I liked the idea of him opening the book I bought for him, highlighting places he'd be able to visit. It was his first trip to Vietnam and I wanted him to have something fun to read and not just that literature book titled "Understanding Vietnam" which I had found him reading over the last few visits.
I told him about my life and a recount of my birthday party and how I met this gay guy who wanted to party with me. He was a good man. I forgot to tell him that N8 has a serious girlfriend finally and wanted me to meet her, and I wanted N8 to meet my own serious boyfriend.
I suppose he's a serious boyfriend, who not only had a romantic but also an emotional relationship with me. Do we always become closer to someone after years have gone by?
He wanted to have sex but I did not plan to. He was not aroused but then he was. Against my wishes he entered me which of course made me wetter than wet.
I sent a black and white photo of the bed we slept in to him the other day. I record everything about us meticulously. Like the note I sent with pictures of us and two cupcakes from Jean Phillipe. "Dear Prudie, my boyfriend is better looking than French cupcakes. I don't know if I should eat him or get naked with him." I sent that note along with the photos.
He was always so gorgeous to me. I know that I love him because I think he's the best looking thing in the world.
He told me that his son's size is medium and he's a medium. I order Stampycat shirts for him and his son and that's why I needed their sizes.
I wanted to know when he was leaving for Christmas. He told me that he'd be around for the first part of it, and for the later part of it, he'd go and visit his sister, in Boston. Before he could stop himself, he found himself asking if I'd go with him. His sister. He. and I. He was going alone and he wanted me to come with. As his girlfriend. Meet his family. First off, his sister, whom he's close with. I said yes. Then I could tell he was regretting it. It was too close to a real deal. To meet his family at last, after 3 plus years. And I think he was stunned by his own invitation.
As he entered me and telling me he loved me, I told him that I loved him, and that I wanted to take care of him, he said, "I want to take care of you too." I said, "You see, I want to take care of you, when you are not well, sick, old, or both. When you use 'take care', you meant that you'd fuck me." He laughed. I was right, once again.
I asked him to tell me about his trip, as he embarks on his journey. He often gets very relaxed and happy just before his overseas trip. I think he likes to travel. I like that about him.
Sometimes he's more alert and happier than others. Today was one of those days.
I know we are able to make small conversations. I know that he desires me. He often says now, "you love me." I tell him "Yes. I love you." He finally could see that I truly loved him and when he knew for sure, he's more relaxed and more open.
I told him about my girlfriends. He remembers one girl who had red hair, and said "She's the caucasian version of you. You tried to set me up with her. I'm glad that did not work out." I remembered vaguely trying to set him up with others, but ultimately I was the one he desired most.
We left from the back door, he carried out his trash. I said goodbye to him. I know he'd be back. I know he'd find time to see me. I know that because I could feel in my heart that I'm loved back. I don't know when I'd see him again. But I know that in this world, in this lifetime, I am only loved once this way. And I've only loved once this way.
Strangely, we are often attracted to each other physically initially, gradually some of those relationships turn into emotional ones.
This is one such story.
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