Stick Shift

You came over again last night. We watched a movie, went out for food, and just cuddled and talked. You told me that I'm the one who you tell everything to. It doesn't really seem like it to me, but maybe it's cause we don't talk about her or your son. I'd love to hear about them sometime if you ever want to talk about them. More him, less her.

I also asked you to teach me how to drive stick shift. We'll see if it actually happens, but it would be a good thing for me to learn. Plus you like feeling manly and being smarter than me with all of the car stuff. And I would get to spend time with you which is always fun.

We've become more domestic these past couple of weeks; which is weird since I hardly ever see you outside of work. But when we're at work, you like to lightly touch me when you walk by; more of a caress really, and you've taken to giving me kisses on my cheek when there aren't people around. It's sweet really.

I tried to look nice for you yesterday since i knew we were going to spend time together. Spent extra time on my hair and makeup, put on yummy lotion. I even wore a dress cause I know you like how they look on me. "Wow you look really pretty tonight. Like really pretty." At least my efforts were appreciated. That's always nice.


On a different note, I've started working out a bit again. Doing some crunches and mountain climbers. I'm not telling anybody this time around though that way if I end up stopping yet again, nobody else will know that I suck except for me. I don't want to be thin, I just wanna be trim again. Maybe I'll have kept it up and lost enough wait by the next time you come over that you'll be so excited that you...do something? I dunno. I'm doing this for me, but your reaction and support would be greatly appreciated. Plus how great of an ego boost would that be that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me?

huge.