Nawlins is 'decimated' so...
Tommy's going to Houston to work at their corporate headquarters, but not immediately—still has lots & lots to do around the house, which thankfully was spared damage (perhaps, in part, to the half an kazillion 'Hail Marys' I said, on bended knees), save for lots of downed trees on the property. Said downtown NO is decimated & that it will be a long, long time before anyone goes to work there again. Thus, Houston...
Next time we talk (hopefully today—he said it's very hard to get through, which I know for a fact because I keep getting an 'all circuits are busy' recording most times I try to call there), I'm going to suggest we go somewhere low-key & just hang out before he goes—to relax & de-stress. Heal. We've both been through hell in the past couple of weeks for similar but different reasons, but hell nonetheless. I'm going to tell him flat out that the only thing I want is to just be together, that we really need to see each other. Frankly, (although my visions of our first reunion involved non-stop sex) I'd be happy just to lie in bed & hold each other. A non-stop, whole-body hug, so to speak. I think we both need that—it's good for the soul.
Yet, he is still incredibly hung up on age. In one of our first conversations he said 'Sweetheart, I'm 60 years old! 60!' I said 'Well, I ain't all that far behind you, big guy—nobody here is 23 anymore.' He seems to think I won't find him attractive because he's not what he was when we first met. Hello! Who is! Yeah, I still look real good, but I'm not the kid he remembers. I've told him numerous times it was the person, not the pro football player or drop dead gorgeous guy, I fell in love with. We had that whole 'soulmate' connection thing going on from the moment our eyes met—left together after we'd been acquainted for about 1 whole hour & were rarely apart after, until he had to go. Being together was so easy—never an awkward 'what should I do, what will he/she think' moment. And that connection still seems to be there, even after all these years—at least on an emotional plane. I believe in soulmates...
Next time we talk (hopefully today—he said it's very hard to get through, which I know for a fact because I keep getting an 'all circuits are busy' recording most times I try to call there), I'm going to suggest we go somewhere low-key & just hang out before he goes—to relax & de-stress. Heal. We've both been through hell in the past couple of weeks for similar but different reasons, but hell nonetheless. I'm going to tell him flat out that the only thing I want is to just be together, that we really need to see each other. Frankly, (although my visions of our first reunion involved non-stop sex) I'd be happy just to lie in bed & hold each other. A non-stop, whole-body hug, so to speak. I think we both need that—it's good for the soul.
Yet, he is still incredibly hung up on age. In one of our first conversations he said 'Sweetheart, I'm 60 years old! 60!' I said 'Well, I ain't all that far behind you, big guy—nobody here is 23 anymore.' He seems to think I won't find him attractive because he's not what he was when we first met. Hello! Who is! Yeah, I still look real good, but I'm not the kid he remembers. I've told him numerous times it was the person, not the pro football player or drop dead gorgeous guy, I fell in love with. We had that whole 'soulmate' connection thing going on from the moment our eyes met—left together after we'd been acquainted for about 1 whole hour & were rarely apart after, until he had to go. Being together was so easy—never an awkward 'what should I do, what will he/she think' moment. And that connection still seems to be there, even after all these years—at least on an emotional plane. I believe in soulmates...
posted by UptownGrrl at 11:13 AM
1 Comments:
Wow...heavy stuff you're dealing with!!! Best of luck, he sounds like an asshole... Lotsa luv, Katie
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