HOWEVER
Mr. Handsome called me everyday twice a day until the weekend. We talked about everything to nothing. I became addicted to hearing his beautiful voice on the other end. Hearing his voice at the end of a busy day was just what the Doctor ordered, the Love Doctor. I believe I was smitten. But, how could I be? We had only known each other for a mere weekend and had spoken each day for a week. But, those late night talks of sharing and opening broke down walls that would have never come down had we gone out every day. It's that physical attraction and business that gets in the way.
I said goodnight to him and had not realized that that would be the last time I would hear from him. I had just expected to get my routine morning call. But the call had never come. What had happened? I was left with feeling lost and a bit unstable. I questioned myself as to why I had allowed myself to become so dependant on his mere phone calls and on him. I was bothered but hid those feelings of disappointments from my roommates. I finally resolved, "Oh well", It was nice while it lasted and good knowing ya..and mentally crossed Mr. Handsome off my list.
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It was odd until a knock at my door came and I opened it to find Mr. Handsome standing on my door step grinning from ear to ear with roses again! I had already started to detatch. I knew it was mere hours but it came without warning and then here he was standing before with so many visual tantilizing stimulants before me. I was stunned. I couldn't process the amount of eye candy before me.
One, He was there in all his sexiness. Two, The sunlight kissing his blonde hair and it begging to be touched. Three, I could just feel his body temperature penetrate right through my body. I felt his eyes searing through me as his twinkling stare was comprehending my lack of response and his strong stoic body waiting for embracement. Four, He was standing before me with roses again and their sweet aroma wafted straight to my love sensory gland that undeniably shouted, "smitten" and number Five- He smelled absolutely sensual! He wore obsession for Men and clearly at one inhale I was obsessed!
But, all of these emotions happened in under one minute because the one resounding emotion that took over was that of humiliation and embarrassment and the only thing I wanted to do was flee.
Imagine my surprise? I was shocked! I was mortified! I wasn't ready! I wasn't even dressed. Especially to greet such a beautiful vision that was before me. My hair was in rollers! I was mid faced make up! My heart raced so fast I thought I was having an anxiety attack. My face was so flushed and it burned like I had a 3rd degree sunburn. I stammered, uhhh, "COME IN". I opened the door wider as I ushered him into our always messy front living area and motioned for him to have a seat on a notebook papered filled couch amongst crumpled balls of paper that clearly missed the trash can.
I didn't kiss him nor did I take those roses that were clearly purchased for me. I just let him in and I quickly ran off into the bathroom to finish primping and nervously apply the other half of my face!
I wonder to this day, if that is how he envisioned his arrival going? I am thinking he was hoping I would leap into his arms and give him an endearing kiss for his wonderful unexpected surprise. I wonder what was going through his mind as he waited for me to finish dressing.
I shout from the bathroom, FREAKING OUT, trying to hide my uneasiness and nervousness.
"What the heck are you doing here?"
He said, "Oh I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would swing by".
"Liar!"
I can hear him chuckle from the room. Gosh, I love the way he laughs!
He asked if I had any plans and I replied devilishly, "Well, as a matter of fact, I do!, I'm getting ready for another NCMO"
Silence from the other room. Oopsy, homey don't like that game!
He suggested I cancel them since he came all this way just to see my gorgeousness! Awe, the way to melt this heart quickly is flatter me unjustly. I quickly call the girls who I always eat with and let them know I have a change in plans. This didn't go over so well but at that moment I didn't care. Dinner was a standing commitment and one of my roommates Rachel, wasn't too fond of Mr. Handsome. She liked him but she wasn't sure of him. She watched me return from Winter break reclused and a bit depressed from not being with Mr. Blue Eyes to going out and having fun only to see me fall quickly for someone I had only known a week. She was a good friend and sounding board but mostly she didn't like that he was occupying my time. ...da dot dum...
I quickly finished getting ready and we went out to this place where he used to work before his mission, The Sizzler. I uncomfortably ordered dinner. I absolutely hate it when someone pays for me. I feel indebted. (Not drop your pants indebted)(that was meant to be humorous but depending on your background...I'm just sayin...) My parents never allowed others to pay, they would always pay. Mr. Blue Eyes and I dated enough that I was comfortable with him paying because he had two jobs and I also knew that we were an item, and I would be able to treat also. Mr. Handsome insisted on paying and this made me feel like I was wearing a wool sweater in the middle of July. So, to say I was uncomfortable was a serious understatment. It was like he was unevening the playing grounds. " Thanks for dinner", I stammered then silence. I'm sure he was thinking what the heck? This girl is hot one moment and cold the next!
Mr. Handsome broke the awkward silence with what do you want to do? I don't know I hadn't planned ongoing on a date much less deciding what we would do for this date! This was work out night, if we weren't dancing we were in the gym. (maybe, that is why I stayed so slim. I was running and working out always) I was athletically built in High School but not having a car at college and this new routine brought my stealth frame to a slender comfortable 6 and fit size 4. I took a health and fitness class and we did a body fat measurement, in the water, which is the most accurate. I had 7% body fat! I wasn't skinny like twiggy. I was just athletic, in fact I weighed 140 pounds. Now wrap your head around that number and those sizes? See what muscle does for a body?(I should have reveled those days but it is true. You never truly enjoy what you have until its gone). I still felt I was fat and constantly strived for 120 pounds. 130 pounds was where my body would stay and that was difficult, my frame liked the extra 10.
Now, Mr. Handsome and I are sitting in awkwardness and not quite sure what to do, this isn't going the greatest for me. I am now uncomfortable twice on our date. One more and I'm out of here and I'm pulling out the sick card. I am the most awkward person when it comes to awkward situations. I magnify them and it is so painful for me that my sweat glands become overactive and start spewing from every pore!
So... Did I pull the sick card out or did Mr. Handsome save the date?
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12 May 2015
Deliciously Dirty 5
Now, Mr. Handsome and I are sitting in awkwardness and not quite sure what to do, this isn't going the greatest for me. I am now uncomfortable twice on our date. One more and I'm out of here and I'm pulling out the sick card. So... Did I pull the sick card out or did Mr. Handsome make it happen?
This is my 5th series of Deliciously Dirty, my little love story . If you are following our love story just click on the previous posts to the left!
We went and saw a movie. Mr. Handsome was so excited and thrilled that it was showing. It was the strangest oddest movie I had ever since in my 19 years. Oh no! My hand is twitching to reach into my pocket to pull out the sick card. The movie was called "Fletch Lives" and Mr. Handsome loved it! He laughed at everything most heartedly. He had obviously seen it many times and I never. It was also my first experience with someone quoting a movie out loud and laughing prior to the joke. I keep looking around me at all the other people sitting in this theater watching their reactions. They too are laughing hysterically. Am I the only prude, am I the only one who doesn't appreciate Chevy Chase humor? Mr. Handsome was clueless to the fact that the movie was boring me to me. I was laughing at him and his outbursts. He was like a child in a candy store lapping up every scene with such an insatiable appetite. I found him humorous and delightful to watch. I enjoyed listening to his audible unhindered chackle. A chuckle and a hackle mix. He thought I was laughing at the movie.
Throughout the movie he would reach for my hand which was always readily available to be held. He would bring my hand over to his lap and the two of our hands would rest on top of his knee as if there was an invisible mold that cradled our hands. Occassionally, he would caress my back and play with my hair some. I'm not much for hair playing it slighly annoyed me and I playfully leaned forward and took a drink, hoping that I wouldn't offend.
The movie ended and I breathed a huge sigh of relief! YES! now we both can truly fun. Mr. Handsome grabbed my hand and helped me with my jacket and escorted me out to his car. He asked me if I liked the movie. I said, not as much as I enjoyed watching you like the movie. He was taken back at my response. He had the look of disappointment riddled across his face. It was hard for him to hide such raw emotion and it caught me by surprise. He was jilted. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as he had. I had not realized how much my happiness meant to him and how much he wanted to please me. (But to this day, I still struggle to like Chevy Chase and his humor). This moment and that feeling had made a lasting impression on me. I wanted him to always feel success with anything that he did for me or planned for me, that I would express my gratitude first.
Mr. Handsome always opened my door for me. I was accostomed to this because Mr. Blue Eyes would always open every door for me as well. EXCEPT, Mr. Blue Eyes would adorn me with compliments. Mr. Blue Eyes would say, "After you Beautiful" or "For you my love", it would always send a rush of blood straight to my cheeks. I loved it, I thought it was special only to me, until I heard it escape his lips to others and I realized it wasn't just for me, it was a part of who he was.
I liked Mr. Handsome's mannerisms. I liked his ability to laugh at himself and to laugh! I liked his carefree sense and I liked that he wasn't worried if others thought he was laughing too loudly. I always worried too much of what others thought. His strong sense of self and confidence calmed the twitching hand that had been twitching earlier for the sick card. Mr. Handsome has a silent sense of strength that shouts I am capable of anything you wish of me. I was wondering what Mr. Handsome was doing back in my neck of the woods so very far from his own.
I didn't feel that Mr. Handsome was thinking long term or anything with me. I felt that he had nothing better going on in Provo and would come visit his friend again. Seeing me was just an added benefit. Our night over all was ok and fun but I didn't get any lip smacken! The movie was over and I had 15 minutes to get back to the dorms before curfew! Yep, living in the dorms on school campus has a curfew. Gosh, if I come in late my dorm mom is waiting in the main entrance gathering room with a sign in sheet! Dang, she had the ability to make you feel like a heathen and let me tell you 15 minutes isn't worth feeling that. So, I had two choices. Meet the wrath of Dorm mom or miss curfew and wait until she goes to bed.
What would my decision be?
This is my 5th series of Deliciously Dirty, my little love story . If you are following our love story just click on the previous posts to the left!
We went and saw a movie. Mr. Handsome was so excited and thrilled that it was showing. It was the strangest oddest movie I had ever since in my 19 years. Oh no! My hand is twitching to reach into my pocket to pull out the sick card. The movie was called "Fletch Lives" and Mr. Handsome loved it! He laughed at everything most heartedly. He had obviously seen it many times and I never. It was also my first experience with someone quoting a movie out loud and laughing prior to the joke. I keep looking around me at all the other people sitting in this theater watching their reactions. They too are laughing hysterically. Am I the only prude, am I the only one who doesn't appreciate Chevy Chase humor? Mr. Handsome was clueless to the fact that the movie was boring me to me. I was laughing at him and his outbursts. He was like a child in a candy store lapping up every scene with such an insatiable appetite. I found him humorous and delightful to watch. I enjoyed listening to his audible unhindered chackle. A chuckle and a hackle mix. He thought I was laughing at the movie.
Throughout the movie he would reach for my hand which was always readily available to be held. He would bring my hand over to his lap and the two of our hands would rest on top of his knee as if there was an invisible mold that cradled our hands. Occassionally, he would caress my back and play with my hair some. I'm not much for hair playing it slighly annoyed me and I playfully leaned forward and took a drink, hoping that I wouldn't offend.
The movie ended and I breathed a huge sigh of relief! YES! now we both can truly fun. Mr. Handsome grabbed my hand and helped me with my jacket and escorted me out to his car. He asked me if I liked the movie. I said, not as much as I enjoyed watching you like the movie. He was taken back at my response. He had the look of disappointment riddled across his face. It was hard for him to hide such raw emotion and it caught me by surprise. He was jilted. He wanted me to enjoy it as much as he had. I had not realized how much my happiness meant to him and how much he wanted to please me. (But to this day, I still struggle to like Chevy Chase and his humor). This moment and that feeling had made a lasting impression on me. I wanted him to always feel success with anything that he did for me or planned for me, that I would express my gratitude first.
Mr. Handsome always opened my door for me. I was accostomed to this because Mr. Blue Eyes would always open every door for me as well. EXCEPT, Mr. Blue Eyes would adorn me with compliments. Mr. Blue Eyes would say, "After you Beautiful" or "For you my love", it would always send a rush of blood straight to my cheeks. I loved it, I thought it was special only to me, until I heard it escape his lips to others and I realized it wasn't just for me, it was a part of who he was.
I liked Mr. Handsome's mannerisms. I liked his ability to laugh at himself and to laugh! I liked his carefree sense and I liked that he wasn't worried if others thought he was laughing too loudly. I always worried too much of what others thought. His strong sense of self and confidence calmed the twitching hand that had been twitching earlier for the sick card. Mr. Handsome has a silent sense of strength that shouts I am capable of anything you wish of me. I was wondering what Mr. Handsome was doing back in my neck of the woods so very far from his own.
I didn't feel that Mr. Handsome was thinking long term or anything with me. I felt that he had nothing better going on in Provo and would come visit his friend again. Seeing me was just an added benefit. Our night over all was ok and fun but I didn't get any lip smacken! The movie was over and I had 15 minutes to get back to the dorms before curfew! Yep, living in the dorms on school campus has a curfew. Gosh, if I come in late my dorm mom is waiting in the main entrance gathering room with a sign in sheet! Dang, she had the ability to make you feel like a heathen and let me tell you 15 minutes isn't worth feeling that. So, I had two choices. Meet the wrath of Dorm mom or miss curfew and wait until she goes to bed.
What would my decision be?
27 March 2010
Big Daddy
Upon taking ownership of this home I have become the temporary owner of two horses and a Big Daddy. ( I just got an update, its at the bottom)
It is beautiful, nice and sleek and has awoken a desire that once thrived with in many many years ago. At first I was intimidated by it and behaved like a school girl. I would take short glances at it, I would walk by it, do a little flitting with my fingers on its keys. OH MY GOSH, I was flirting with this black beast. It slowly seduced me with its soft coos and then I was hooked and couldn't keep my fingers off of its keys. I wish I could play better. I wish I could remember what those notes were for my left hand!
For over a week we have had no other form of entertainment other than him. We chose not to have our TV's hooked up until we know exactly where we want them drilling. In the evening light he takes on a much more substantial feel. I will only be able to keep Big Daddy with us for a few more weeks. The woman who knows how to make him sing beautiful music will soon claim him once again. I can't give him up! I had thoughts of replacing him when he must leave, but once you play on a Big Daddy, nothing else will do. I can't make him sing. I seem to make him sound like he's dying but as time goes by music is coming out from his chords. I just need more time, I'll be able to play him like a fine tuned Baby grand, wait, he is a baby grand BUT don't tell him because he likes to think he's a Big Daddy.!
Look at that reflection! I may or may not have laid my svelte body across this Big Daddy. And just look at that beautiful chandelier's reflection. It makes me think of swinging from the chandeliers, which I may or may not have tried to swing from. Obviously, our kitchen chandalier was not put into a rafter. (I'm just sayin...) WHat, you don't believe me?? OK, OK, I gotchew!
Such beautiful ivory keys. We also may or may not have tickled her ivories! Oh wait, maybe that was in another room. I'm just not sure these days, see what NO TV does to a woman?? I think Mr. Incredible may never hook up TV... but then again, he may! Because Mr. Incredible will always be MY BIG DADDY!
This post is a much needed post for me. I used to be more fun but going through the journey we just went through and coming out on the other side changes a person deeply. I'm glad I can bring the light side back. I was wondering if it would happen.
PHEW::
******UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE******
BIG DADDY IS MINE!!! UNTIL I DECIDE TO MOVE!!! I GET TO KEEP HIM!!!
She was thrilled to hear that DASH and I are both tinkering on it. I believe I may look into getting some LESSONS!! WOOT WOOT, 2 snaps and around the world again!
It is beautiful, nice and sleek and has awoken a desire that once thrived with in many many years ago. At first I was intimidated by it and behaved like a school girl. I would take short glances at it, I would walk by it, do a little flitting with my fingers on its keys. OH MY GOSH, I was flirting with this black beast. It slowly seduced me with its soft coos and then I was hooked and couldn't keep my fingers off of its keys. I wish I could play better. I wish I could remember what those notes were for my left hand!
For over a week we have had no other form of entertainment other than him. We chose not to have our TV's hooked up until we know exactly where we want them drilling. In the evening light he takes on a much more substantial feel. I will only be able to keep Big Daddy with us for a few more weeks. The woman who knows how to make him sing beautiful music will soon claim him once again. I can't give him up! I had thoughts of replacing him when he must leave, but once you play on a Big Daddy, nothing else will do. I can't make him sing. I seem to make him sound like he's dying but as time goes by music is coming out from his chords. I just need more time, I'll be able to play him like a fine tuned Baby grand, wait, he is a baby grand BUT don't tell him because he likes to think he's a Big Daddy.!
Look at that reflection! I may or may not have laid my svelte body across this Big Daddy. And just look at that beautiful chandelier's reflection. It makes me think of swinging from the chandeliers, which I may or may not have tried to swing from. Obviously, our kitchen chandalier was not put into a rafter. (I'm just sayin...) WHat, you don't believe me?? OK, OK, I gotchew!
Such beautiful ivory keys. We also may or may not have tickled her ivories! Oh wait, maybe that was in another room. I'm just not sure these days, see what NO TV does to a woman?? I think Mr. Incredible may never hook up TV... but then again, he may! Because Mr. Incredible will always be MY BIG DADDY!
This post is a much needed post for me. I used to be more fun but going through the journey we just went through and coming out on the other side changes a person deeply. I'm glad I can bring the light side back. I was wondering if it would happen.
PHEW::
******UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE******
BIG DADDY IS MINE!!! UNTIL I DECIDE TO MOVE!!! I GET TO KEEP HIM!!!
She was thrilled to hear that DASH and I are both tinkering on it. I believe I may look into getting some LESSONS!! WOOT WOOT, 2 snaps and around the world again!
18 May 2009
Dancing in the rain (4 posts before going private)
The first three rain days we played on the tarp. Remember that post. It was fun!
Aren't they cute?? I think Mr. Incredible and I are going to have to dance in the rain on the next rainfall.
YEP! I am ABSOLUTELY positive that Mr. Incredible and I will be dancing in the rain!
NEXT time! ::oh please let it rain soon and please let Mr. Incredible be home::
I remember young love. I remember being carefree and dating Mr. Incredible.
I remember doing something sneaky to Mr. Incredible.
and reacting the same way!
And jumping with both feet in! Isn't it great to have youth on your side?
I like this girl. It has only taken me two years to truly like her. I liked her because she was Warrior's girlfriend. I was polite, but now I like her on her own merit.
I like her because.....
I have finally seen the young woman that she is.
She is good, she is honest, she is praise worthy.
she wants the same things for Warrior that I want for him.
she wants him to serve a mission.
the same boundaries that Warrior has she has.
she doesn't pressure Warrior.
she is a recent convert of 3 years or so.
she chooses to go to church by herself at times. She used to attend the Spanish unit until our Ward was changed to her building. She lives in our ward boundaries but she has the choice to attend the Spanish unit or ours.
She is article of faith 13.
she wants the best for my boy too.
her heart will break when he leaves for college, like my own.
She has taught me how to make duct tape roses.
I'm not shouting wedding bells. My eyes aren't clouded by love. I see clearly. I'm just saying for his first true girl friend he has chosen well. The bar has been set and it has been set well. I'm just sayin.... I remeber my first true love. Do you?
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Aren't they cute?? I think Mr. Incredible and I are going to have to dance in the rain on the next rainfall.
YEP! I am ABSOLUTELY positive that Mr. Incredible and I will be dancing in the rain!
NEXT time! ::oh please let it rain soon and please let Mr. Incredible be home::
I remember young love. I remember being carefree and dating Mr. Incredible.
I remember doing something sneaky to Mr. Incredible.
and reacting the same way!
And jumping with both feet in! Isn't it great to have youth on your side?
I like this girl. It has only taken me two years to truly like her. I liked her because she was Warrior's girlfriend. I was polite, but now I like her on her own merit.
I like her because.....
I have finally seen the young woman that she is.
She is good, she is honest, she is praise worthy.
she wants the same things for Warrior that I want for him.
she wants him to serve a mission.
the same boundaries that Warrior has she has.
she doesn't pressure Warrior.
she is a recent convert of 3 years or so.
she chooses to go to church by herself at times. She used to attend the Spanish unit until our Ward was changed to her building. She lives in our ward boundaries but she has the choice to attend the Spanish unit or ours.
She is article of faith 13.
she wants the best for my boy too.
her heart will break when he leaves for college, like my own.
She has taught me how to make duct tape roses.
I'm not shouting wedding bells. My eyes aren't clouded by love. I see clearly. I'm just saying for his first true girl friend he has chosen well. The bar has been set and it has been set well. I'm just sayin.... I remeber my first true love. Do you?
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10 April 2009
Let's GET IT ON!
I absolutely positively adore PEANUT BUTTER and when it collides with CHOCOLATE it just sings music to my soul and to my bones!
There is only one other who can give me the same titillation as chocolate and peanut butter.
I'm just sayin.....
There is only one other who can give me the same titillation as chocolate and peanut butter.
I'm just sayin.....
07 April 2009
GOOD, BETTER and BEST
THIS IS GOOD!
Who doesn't like a made bed in the middle of the afternoon??
Who doesn't like a made bed in the middle of the afternoon??
THIS IS BETTER....
THIS IS BEST .....Look who's home!
I'm just sayin....
Hope your day is GREAT and it you started it off RIGHT!
I'm just sayin.....
30 March 2009
Delicously Dirty 3
This is the third Deliciously Dirty post, the previous DD can be found on my side bar.
We spent the rest of every possible minute together. We knew the once long weekend was coming to an abrupt end.
Mr. Handsome had come by my apartment to say "good bye". He came with a long stem rose and a cute card! I was uncomfortable with the formality of everything. I wasn't his girlfriend. We had spent a fun weekend together.
I was a month into my 19th year and this behavior was so strange to me. He said it only had to be good bye because of distance and we shared a long passionate lingering kiss that beckoned for more. He told me he would call when he arrived safely in Provo, but would he.....
The phone rang and I had just come in from running with my roommates. I was already a little breathy. I tried to lower my heart beat and calm myself before I answered the phone. I was hoping it would be Mr. Handsome!
I began to spazz out! I do that a lot under high stress moments. I scream, "What am I going to say, what am I going to say?" "What do I do, what do I do?!" My heart is racing. I feel my veins expand and veins are surfacing on the front of my hands. I look and sound like a junkie just about to get her much needed fix.
My roommates are used to my behavior and talk me down, "Goose, calm down and answer the phone."
I came to my senses and then freaked out again. "I can't answer the phone, YOU answer the phone!"
My roommate Michelle answers the phone. She says hello, and then she starts conversing with him. AHH.... HELLOoooo, over here! Remember me?? Ok, give me the phone. She hands over the phone which seems like an eternity.
"Hello?" in my most sweet slightly elevated voice.
"Hey Baby" (ooohhhh my he just called me baby in his deep sexy southern Texas drawl)
All efforts of lowering my heart rate just went out the window, with the first sound of his voice! I believe I had an out of body moment, But his sexy come hither voice beckoned me back to reality.
"I called because I said I would let you know when I got in."
"I'm so glad you arrived safely. Are you tired?"
"I am, but not now since I'm talking to you."
::silent scream in my head! "AHhhh...I'm really liking this!"
He wanted to be sure he wasn't another NCMO! (non committed make out). A make out is a kiss session. I know others call make outs more. But make outs for me were kiss sessions ONLY and for one night. I was Queen of the NCMO's amongst my roommates. (must clarify for my beloved offspring who read my blog).
I reply, "Don't worry about it! I had a great time. I'm not looking to get married or anything." I felt like this long distance thing was perfect for me. I wasn't looking for anything substantial.
Mr. Handsome said, "Goodnight and I told him the next time he was in my neck of the woods to give me a ring. He intrigued me but I knew I would not call him. I was not a chaser and was rather compliant with whatever happened would happen. I also had a boyfriend back home. Mr. Blue Eyes.I realized I was allowing myself to fall for Mr. Handsome, he was making my heart flutter and my head swim. I only felt like this one other time and that was with Mr. Blue eyes. My roommates saw my inner struggle. They thought it was good that Mr. Handsome came along because after I returned from Winter Break I was depressed from leaving my family and leaving Mr. Blue eyes. I would lay on my bed and play our "tape" and stare at my wall of pictures of him.
We spent the rest of every possible minute together. We knew the once long weekend was coming to an abrupt end.
Mr. Handsome had come by my apartment to say "good bye". He came with a long stem rose and a cute card! I was uncomfortable with the formality of everything. I wasn't his girlfriend. We had spent a fun weekend together.
I was a month into my 19th year and this behavior was so strange to me. He said it only had to be good bye because of distance and we shared a long passionate lingering kiss that beckoned for more. He told me he would call when he arrived safely in Provo, but would he.....
The phone rang and I had just come in from running with my roommates. I was already a little breathy. I tried to lower my heart beat and calm myself before I answered the phone. I was hoping it would be Mr. Handsome!
I began to spazz out! I do that a lot under high stress moments. I scream, "What am I going to say, what am I going to say?" "What do I do, what do I do?!" My heart is racing. I feel my veins expand and veins are surfacing on the front of my hands. I look and sound like a junkie just about to get her much needed fix.
My roommates are used to my behavior and talk me down, "Goose, calm down and answer the phone."
I came to my senses and then freaked out again. "I can't answer the phone, YOU answer the phone!"
My roommate Michelle answers the phone. She says hello, and then she starts conversing with him. AHH.... HELLOoooo, over here! Remember me?? Ok, give me the phone. She hands over the phone which seems like an eternity.
"Hello?" in my most sweet slightly elevated voice.
"Hey Baby" (ooohhhh my he just called me baby in his deep sexy southern Texas drawl)
All efforts of lowering my heart rate just went out the window, with the first sound of his voice! I believe I had an out of body moment, But his sexy come hither voice beckoned me back to reality.
"I called because I said I would let you know when I got in."
"I'm so glad you arrived safely. Are you tired?"
"I am, but not now since I'm talking to you."
::silent scream in my head! "AHhhh...I'm really liking this!"
He wanted to be sure he wasn't another NCMO! (non committed make out). A make out is a kiss session. I know others call make outs more. But make outs for me were kiss sessions ONLY and for one night. I was Queen of the NCMO's amongst my roommates. (must clarify for my beloved offspring who read my blog).
I reply, "Don't worry about it! I had a great time. I'm not looking to get married or anything." I felt like this long distance thing was perfect for me. I wasn't looking for anything substantial.
Mr. Handsome said, "Goodnight and I told him the next time he was in my neck of the woods to give me a ring. He intrigued me but I knew I would not call him. I was not a chaser and was rather compliant with whatever happened would happen. I also had a boyfriend back home. Mr. Blue Eyes.I realized I was allowing myself to fall for Mr. Handsome, he was making my heart flutter and my head swim. I only felt like this one other time and that was with Mr. Blue eyes. My roommates saw my inner struggle. They thought it was good that Mr. Handsome came along because after I returned from Winter Break I was depressed from leaving my family and leaving Mr. Blue eyes. I would lay on my bed and play our "tape" and stare at my wall of pictures of him.
A month after and I was dating just for fun, no relationships,no strings. I had decided I was just going to date and enjoy being in college! (and then entered Mr. Handsome)
Our phone conversation left me feeling like we would not see each other again. Mr. Handsome was staying in Provo and if he happened to be 3 hours in my direction, he would give me a ring. So no attachment and no reason to tell Mr. Blue eyes.
HOWEVER
Mr. Handsome called me everyday twice a day until the weekend. We talked about everything to nothing. I became addicted to hearing his beautiful voice on the other end. Hearing his voice at the end of a busy day was just what the Doctor ordered, the Love Doctor. I believe I was smitten. But, how could I be? We had only known each other for a mere weekend and had spoken each day for a week. But, those late night talks of sharing and opening broke down walls that would have never come down had we gone out every day. It's that physical attraction and business that gets in the way.
I said goodnight to him and had not realized that that would be the last time I would hear from him. I had just expected to get my routine morning call. But the call had never come. What had happened? I was left with feeling lost and a bit unstable. I questioned myself as to why I had allowed myself to become so dependant on his mere phone calls and on him. I was bothered but hid those feelings of disappointments from my roommates. I finally resolved, "Oh well", It was nice while it lasted and good knowing ya ...
07 March 2009
He built it with power tools.....
The new day brought a beautiful sunrise and very warm temperatures and with the sun and its beautiful rays it washed out the gloom and doom and brought in hope and happiness.
Mr. Incredible was very capable of pushing the wheel while I rested. I love how he is strong mentally, physically and spiritually. It was his spiritual strengths that I relied on the most and needed the other day.
I have to thank you all for the kind words of love and support! I'm so much better. I spent the last two days bathing in the light of the scriptures. My cup is full and I am now able to share myself with my family and others.
Mr. Incredible got right to work on the porch! While I was chillaxin I heard the sound of power tools being used and it sent my heart a fluttering.
see this do dad thingy, below? It powers the nail gun! SHWEET!
My heart was already a fluttering but I have to warn you about the next few images! When I looked out the window and saw this it liked to make my SKIRT FLY up! "Lawdy mercy, be still my heart!"
SCRUMPTIOUS!
oooooooooohhhh, AHhhhhhhhhhhh
I just love my skilled man! I think I may have to buy him a tool belt!
What a great job you did, honey!
He then needed to caulk every nook and cranny.
I like when he works so seriously. This is when I like to destract him. (just because I can)
Notice his mouth slightly ajar and his tongue out to the side! Two signs that he is working way too hard! I think he needs to take a breather.
I asked him a leader question.........
Then I asked him something mildy inappropriate.
HUH??!, OHHHh...
AND
This is what happened to his nail gun,
and the rest of his tools
and we spent the rest of the afternoon admiring his handy work from our bedroom window! ::sigh::
27 December 2008
Deliciously Dirty 2
Another tender memory of my sweet beloved. Remember this post, It was my first fantastic Friday post. A memory of our parting as we had to say goodbye for the summer.
It was a Friday night and some of my roommates had gone out of town for President's Day weekend. I remember trying on outfit after outfit and I finally settled on black pants, huge door knocker earrings and a white and black tuxedo style shirt. Think 80's! My hair was HUGE! (remember you are to be thinking 80's) My friends and I all headed down to the Galleria. We frequented enough and never had to pay the fee to go in.
I was avoiding another pursuer and used this human wall of football player body structures to shield me from a very undesirable possibility. I popped into the middle of 4 guys. I didn't even look up. I know they were taken back by my abrupt intrusion into their world. I waited for my undesirable pursuer to pass and I quickly dashed off without saying a word and returned back to my friends.
I began to peruse the perimeter of the dance floor because who stands or sits in a dance club?? Hello!, I had to make sure everyone was aware of my "hotness!"
Yeah, back then I was a bit full of myself. I did say HAD!Someone grabbed my arm as I passed and I snobbishly looked at his fingers gripping my arm.
"Excuse You"with disdain dripping in my voice.
He began to murmur something to the fact that I owed them a dance.
My mind was completely boggled with his deliciously good looks and the words,
"you owe me" toppled by the fact that he was STILL gripping my arm.
My arrogant brain and cynical self was barking
"RELEASE my arm idiot", who do you think you are touching me?"
I searched my endless files in my mind to place him in any of my classes.
"NO, I don't know you", I stammered. (my heart was pounding the lustful side was screaming, "take me now, or lose me forever"..
He persisted,
(oh how I love a persistent man)
"Yes, you do. You can't just use us like that".
"OHHH, I used you as a shield? sorry, bye."
(why do I have to be so flippant?, I tend to like the pursuit.)
"Wait, you owe us a dance." He's a smoothe talker isn't he?
I agreed and said, "Well, Let's dance" in a "game on, attitude.
There was a quick look that washed over his face. He was probably processing the words YES,DANCE, and FAST SONG. In fact, I'm 100% sure that he was. I lead us to the dance floor. Started to work my thing. I love to dance. Dancing was basically my entire life and form of socializing. He was a bit reserved but his fast dance was fine. He didn't appear nervous and his body didn't contort into freakish positions. There were no John Travolta dance moves that popped out or massive pelvic girations. I kept all my toes, and he never poked me in the eye or hit me in the head. I danced the entire song with him and didn't leave him on the dance floor by himself so it was a successful first fast dance. I have been asked to dance and have walked off the dance floor because my partner had been too hideous. If this had happened to you, I have matured and am truly sorry. Forgive me?
The next song was a slow song and a dance that had me yearning for more. I get weak kneed just thinking about slow dancing with him. I knew then that I would have this man's babies! Boy, knows how to move, how to hold, how to hyptnotize with his beautiful hazel brown eyes. Think Jerry McGuire, "You had me at hello". ::sigh:: I get all gushy just reminiscing the moment. He was very easy to talk to and so engaging. He was becoming more and more delicious and very decadent with each minute I spent with him. He had me salivating with desire. I had never felf such emotion like this before. I knew this was different. I knew he was different. Have you ever felt that way before?
We continued to sing my song with each word he uttered. Our conversation was easy, playful and exhilarating. We danced another slow song and I began to zone out into my own little world with this divine man embracing my waist and holding me like I was a precious Illadro. Then I heard, "I'M A RETURN MISSIONARY". (Record screeching, car break stopping dead silence.) I was jolted out of my perfect bubble.
"Ahh, huge mood killer and the neon light that once read OPEN was now flashing CLOSED,moved, quarantined, unattainable, terminal, etc.
RM's want one thing and that is to get married and "Breed em Young". "No siree, that's not happening to me! I just celebrated my 19th birthday! I'm still a baby!
His sexy velvety voice assured me that he was not looking or ready for marriage. He just came off his mission and it was his first semester back in college. He was just having fun. How could I be sure?
I decided to throw caution to the wind. I have always been a bit reckless.
::phew, wiped the beaded sweat from brow:: Cue music to start playing again and smell of burnt rubber from tires screeching cleared the air.
We spent the rest of the weekend spending every possible minute together. We knew that he would leave and return back to BYU come Monday. We went snowmobiling, watched movies went out to eat, a lot.
Mr. Handsome had come by my apartment to say "good bye". He came with a long stem rose and a cute card! I was uncomfortable with the formality of everything. I wasn't his girlfriend. We just had a fun weekend together. I was just a month into my 19th year and definitely not accostumed to this. He said it only had to be good bye because of distance and we shared a long passionate lingering kiss that beckoned for more. He told me he would call when he arrived safely in Provo, but would he.....
It was a Friday night and some of my roommates had gone out of town for President's Day weekend. I remember trying on outfit after outfit and I finally settled on black pants, huge door knocker earrings and a white and black tuxedo style shirt. Think 80's! My hair was HUGE! (remember you are to be thinking 80's) My friends and I all headed down to the Galleria. We frequented enough and never had to pay the fee to go in.
I was avoiding another pursuer and used this human wall of football player body structures to shield me from a very undesirable possibility. I popped into the middle of 4 guys. I didn't even look up. I know they were taken back by my abrupt intrusion into their world. I waited for my undesirable pursuer to pass and I quickly dashed off without saying a word and returned back to my friends.
I began to peruse the perimeter of the dance floor because who stands or sits in a dance club?? Hello!, I had to make sure everyone was aware of my "hotness!"
Yeah, back then I was a bit full of myself. I did say HAD!Someone grabbed my arm as I passed and I snobbishly looked at his fingers gripping my arm.
"Excuse You"with disdain dripping in my voice.
He began to murmur something to the fact that I owed them a dance.
My mind was completely boggled with his deliciously good looks and the words,
"you owe me" toppled by the fact that he was STILL gripping my arm.
My arrogant brain and cynical self was barking
"RELEASE my arm idiot", who do you think you are touching me?"
I searched my endless files in my mind to place him in any of my classes.
"NO, I don't know you", I stammered. (my heart was pounding the lustful side was screaming, "take me now, or lose me forever"..
He persisted,
(oh how I love a persistent man)
"Yes, you do. You can't just use us like that".
"OHHH, I used you as a shield? sorry, bye."
(why do I have to be so flippant?, I tend to like the pursuit.)
"Wait, you owe us a dance." He's a smoothe talker isn't he?
I agreed and said, "Well, Let's dance" in a "game on, attitude.
There was a quick look that washed over his face. He was probably processing the words YES,DANCE, and FAST SONG. In fact, I'm 100% sure that he was. I lead us to the dance floor. Started to work my thing. I love to dance. Dancing was basically my entire life and form of socializing. He was a bit reserved but his fast dance was fine. He didn't appear nervous and his body didn't contort into freakish positions. There were no John Travolta dance moves that popped out or massive pelvic girations. I kept all my toes, and he never poked me in the eye or hit me in the head. I danced the entire song with him and didn't leave him on the dance floor by himself so it was a successful first fast dance. I have been asked to dance and have walked off the dance floor because my partner had been too hideous. If this had happened to you, I have matured and am truly sorry. Forgive me?
The next song was a slow song and a dance that had me yearning for more. I get weak kneed just thinking about slow dancing with him. I knew then that I would have this man's babies! Boy, knows how to move, how to hold, how to hyptnotize with his beautiful hazel brown eyes. Think Jerry McGuire, "You had me at hello". ::sigh:: I get all gushy just reminiscing the moment. He was very easy to talk to and so engaging. He was becoming more and more delicious and very decadent with each minute I spent with him. He had me salivating with desire. I had never felf such emotion like this before. I knew this was different. I knew he was different. Have you ever felt that way before?
We continued to sing my song with each word he uttered. Our conversation was easy, playful and exhilarating. We danced another slow song and I began to zone out into my own little world with this divine man embracing my waist and holding me like I was a precious Illadro. Then I heard, "I'M A RETURN MISSIONARY". (Record screeching, car break stopping dead silence.) I was jolted out of my perfect bubble.
"Ahh, huge mood killer and the neon light that once read OPEN was now flashing CLOSED,moved, quarantined, unattainable, terminal, etc.
RM's want one thing and that is to get married and "Breed em Young". "No siree, that's not happening to me! I just celebrated my 19th birthday! I'm still a baby!
His sexy velvety voice assured me that he was not looking or ready for marriage. He just came off his mission and it was his first semester back in college. He was just having fun. How could I be sure?
I decided to throw caution to the wind. I have always been a bit reckless.
::phew, wiped the beaded sweat from brow:: Cue music to start playing again and smell of burnt rubber from tires screeching cleared the air.
We spent the rest of the weekend spending every possible minute together. We knew that he would leave and return back to BYU come Monday. We went snowmobiling, watched movies went out to eat, a lot.
Mr. Handsome had come by my apartment to say "good bye". He came with a long stem rose and a cute card! I was uncomfortable with the formality of everything. I wasn't his girlfriend. We just had a fun weekend together. I was just a month into my 19th year and definitely not accostumed to this. He said it only had to be good bye because of distance and we shared a long passionate lingering kiss that beckoned for more. He told me he would call when he arrived safely in Provo, but would he.....
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