No Work, All Play

Happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day! Please take a moment to think about the difference he made in this country and appreciate the sacrifice he gave. Thank you. Now, back to business…

I get home from dropping Von off and I’m too wired to go back to sleep. I start prepping our dinner for tonight. I know that I’m a dream in the kitchen but I’m a little bit nervous. I don’t usually cook to impress. I cook cuz I’m flippin’ hungry. I talk to Vagina Jane, Dorothy, and Ronnie to soothe my nerves. I call my mom four times and double check the recipe. She thinks I’m a maniac. “You’ve made this a hundred times.” She’s right. What the hell is wrong with me?

Prince calls and says he was hoping to come down and see me tonight. I tell him I have plans. Slight pause. He doesn’t ask what. He says to call him later in the week. Von came over for dinner. He loved it and ate two helpings, which makes me very happy. Did I mention how damn cute he is? He’s actually appreciative that I made him dinner. He repays me with compliments and kisses. We light a fire in the fireplace and cuddle up on the floor. We spend hours swapping stories about our childhood and families and failed relationships and how we got where we are. I still can’t believe how amazing he is.

Eventually we go upstairs and again he blows my mind, numerous times. Although we both know the speed that we’re going at is damn near cause for institutionalization, we can’t help it. Something about this feels right. We agree that everything happens for a reason. We’re both waiting for “the catch”. The bomb to drop. The big surprise of what’s wrong with the other person that will ruin what we’ve got going on. Pessimistic? Yes, but it’s also human nature.