spy guy has been traveling a bit. and since he's back we've hung out maybe once a week.
we went for ethnic food in the east one night which became a pseudo celebration of his one year anniversary in london. i was leaving work when i received a text asking if i'd eaten. i hadn't. so we took the subway across town, waited, ate and talked. though there were some awkward silences which i attribute to the bright lights of the joint we're in. soft lighting somehow makes conversation easier. but then again i had dinner with a good friend tonight, albeit one i hadn't seen in a month and whom i never had romantic feelings for, and we chatted easily and effortlessly. maybe that's the trick. if you don't like them sexually and you have a lot in common, you just get along. so spy guy and i crossed town on the subway back, where he was nearly falling asleep, walked home - technically i walked him home as my place is further from the subway stop than his and that was that.
then we went for burgers and a cocktail last week before i went to a friend's gig in the middle of the night. i'd invited him to join us and he'd texted me on friday evening suggesting dinner as he would not be able to make the club due to exhaustion from a heavy work week. though there was quite a bit of flirtatious texting which started from an overt comment by me which culminated in him inviting me over. like all strong women, i chose my friends and didn't.
so all this wasn't resolved until last night, as i was away for the weekend and we didn't catch up during the week more on account of his schedule than mine. and it's really quite pathetic as i had asked what he was doing three nights in a row. sure, i said no to him last weekend, but for me to ask 3 nights in a row if he was free, that's pathetic, no? or maybe i'm just distracted by good sex and not thinking with my brain.
the thing is, the fact that he walked me home, made me feel great in bed and held me for the twenty minutes as we tried to sleep for an hour before he had to get up to catch a plane seemed completely worth it in the moment.
in the cold light of day the company and hot sex and being held after is still wonderful, but it doesn't take away the needy air from my text messages. what must he think? i have no life and thus keep contacting him?
we went for ethnic food in the east one night which became a pseudo celebration of his one year anniversary in london. i was leaving work when i received a text asking if i'd eaten. i hadn't. so we took the subway across town, waited, ate and talked. though there were some awkward silences which i attribute to the bright lights of the joint we're in. soft lighting somehow makes conversation easier. but then again i had dinner with a good friend tonight, albeit one i hadn't seen in a month and whom i never had romantic feelings for, and we chatted easily and effortlessly. maybe that's the trick. if you don't like them sexually and you have a lot in common, you just get along. so spy guy and i crossed town on the subway back, where he was nearly falling asleep, walked home - technically i walked him home as my place is further from the subway stop than his and that was that.
then we went for burgers and a cocktail last week before i went to a friend's gig in the middle of the night. i'd invited him to join us and he'd texted me on friday evening suggesting dinner as he would not be able to make the club due to exhaustion from a heavy work week. though there was quite a bit of flirtatious texting which started from an overt comment by me which culminated in him inviting me over. like all strong women, i chose my friends and didn't.
so all this wasn't resolved until last night, as i was away for the weekend and we didn't catch up during the week more on account of his schedule than mine. and it's really quite pathetic as i had asked what he was doing three nights in a row. sure, i said no to him last weekend, but for me to ask 3 nights in a row if he was free, that's pathetic, no? or maybe i'm just distracted by good sex and not thinking with my brain.
the thing is, the fact that he walked me home, made me feel great in bed and held me for the twenty minutes as we tried to sleep for an hour before he had to get up to catch a plane seemed completely worth it in the moment.
in the cold light of day the company and hot sex and being held after is still wonderful, but it doesn't take away the needy air from my text messages. what must he think? i have no life and thus keep contacting him?
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