On tap for today,
the opera La Boheme with my girl, Rain. Plus catching up on the one thing I didn't get done yesterday...finishing the proposal for the downtown space. I'm so going to love living in that downtown loft. I'll get you some pictures asap.
A call from Barbie took me by the old house to deliver McDonalds to her hungover self and her kiddo. She had gone out with some girlfriends and some asshole the night before. But
on the plus side, Barbie looked GOOD. Hell I even got a back rub and a little
snuggle out of it for being such a nice guy. This single thing looks good on her. I always figured that
would be the case.
Now, I did however tell her that I'm no longer willing to pay for
her boob job. She was a little pissed, but I'm just not gonna be okay letting
that money go to a greatg set of boobs that every guy from now on is gonna love
and I'm gonna resent. Let her buy her own boobs. Interestingly, she will now be
the 2nd ex fiancee who went and got her boobs done after I broke up with them. What a weird ass trend.
So the opera was
mindblowingly good. Its my first full length opera and I was enthralled. The
story was so well written. The emotion was visceral and the vocal performances
rocked you to your soul. I'm officially an opera fan. I also learned that the story from La Boheme is actually the background story of the Broadway musical "Rent." Apparently, I was the only ignorant ass who didn't know that.
Planned to get to
work afterward, but ended up so hungry and really enjoying my time with Rain that we decided to extend the date. Took my favorite
intensely authentic Mexican family restaurant, hidden off the beaten path up in the
Barrio. I wanted the food...and didn't miss the opportunity to catch her off
guard by calling ahead and talking to the hostess in Spanish. Hehe. It's the little things that keep them excited.
Amazing food!
Followed by a trip to a hipster coffee dive for continued great conversation. We were getting pretty close and
talking deeply when I suggested we go to her house. That led to her letting me in a little deeper
still as we lounged nude on her couch, listening to some chill vibe music. As with most girls as cool as her, she comes off as carefree and bubbly, but when they open up, you find out they had some kind of serious shit in their background. I won't divulge too much, in case she ever comes across this. But in her case, it would suck to have parents who didn't like you much. I suppose over the years, you'd turn in to someone so goddamn likeable that no one would have a choice but to love you. You'd be free, happy, refreshing, and exciting...like the rain.
We went over to her little bohemian house. She
showed me her pantings, and gave me the one that I liked most. But she kept
seeming uncomfortable when things would turn sexual. I sensed that she's really
looking to put stock in this chance with MacGyver. So I laid in bed with her a while,
snuggled and kissed a lot, and then got dressed, gave her a look that said
something's about to change, and made my exit.
She didn't accept it readily and
wanted me to stay there kissing her. She can really lock a guy in with her
phenomenal lips and hyper-passionate kisses. But I was ready to make a shift. As I left, she stood in the
doorway pouting a bit and said, "I'll see ya later." I said,
"maybe." She replied, "probably." And that was the end of
it, gang.
I went to my office and text her to tell her my decision. I was done. I figured an
impersonal (and intentionally dismissive) text would make it easier for her to
turn her back and focus her energy elswehere without regret. It pained me to do
it tat way, but it was necessary. I didn't sleep much.
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