Ready For The Next Step?

There was one very funny moment during the past week here with my girlfriend. Not more than a few hours after she gave me oral sex and made a valiant attempt at swallowing, she requested some Gatorade, and I presented her with the jug that I had sipped out of earlier. She actually refused to drink behind me! I had to get her her own glass because she was skeezed out by the backwash possibilities. This after she had my penis squirting semen into her mouth. I can say that I've never seen anything like that in all my past experiences. That was very humorous.

We had a lot of fun the rest of the week, mostly chilling at home during the day and going out to dinner at night. One night she proclaimed this Mexican take-out place called Taco Burrito King "the messiest thing I've ever eaten," then went back yesterday before she flew home. We saw the movie The Happening (I didn't like it) last Friday, and we participated in the Sick-A-Cell Walk-A-Thon last Saturday. I was proud to walk part of the course with her by my side. Maybe we can go a little farther next year. And she rented a car and let me drive it around town for practice, although I think I strained a knee ligament trying to work the gas and brake in that little thing. I said that there wouldn't be any excuses to go for the next level if things went well between us this week, and I haven't changed my thinking. We had a couple of spirited discussions, a couple of small disagreements, but mostly we enjoyed each other's company. It felt so good. I was so crushed when she left. The house feels very empty, and so does the bed. I really do love her, and I really do want her here permanently. I'm going to have to figure out how to make it work financially and logistically, but I'm sure we can do it. A man finds a way to get things done when he wants to make a special woman his wife.

A Week Of Marriage Previews

Starting today, my girlfriend is staying with me for a whole week. She leaves next Wednesday. This will be the longest we've spent together, so it's going to be a very interesting look into how promising our future together looks. There's a lot one can put up with from the other during a weekend here and there, but an entire week will be a true test of our compatibility as a long-term couple. "Jacob" will be staying with his sister in Wisconsin during this time. I'm kinda nervous about this week. It sets up as a series of little episodes here and there that serve as a preview of marriage, in my mind. From deciding where to go for dinner to what movie to watch to when to step out of the house and explore the city, we're going to find out just how flexible the other person is, and whether any differences of opinion can be smoothed over neatly or potentially grow to be a problem, especially when we're in the house with each other for the next seven days no matter what. I'm probably fretting over nothing as usual, though. I don't think she's going to let this week away from her crappy job be anything less than fun and exciting, and I don't think she wants to waste time arguing or holding a grudge over something small when she knows that we're not going to see each other for a long time after this. I bet this turns out to be a great week. It'll probably be over before we know it.

The Gold Standard Of Bad Hygiene

Oh, the endless stories "Jacob" and I remember while shooting the shit every day. From grade school to high school to adulthood, we've come across some strange characters and had some crazy misadventures. Nothing too wild or weird. Not like ending up in a hotel room with "Ronnie," "Sarah's" daughter, her friend, and my 35-mm camera. (I'll tell that story another time.) A very short one that still made my tummy hurt from laughing was remembering this guy in high school named William Bell. Poor fella must have been living in poverty because he didn't just wear the same clothes to school every day, they were his Whitney Young gym clothes, which he had to buy freshman year because they were mandatory. Then he decided for reasons known only to him to write in black marker on the back of his shirt, "William 'Cool Papa' Bell...Can't Touch This Don't." Yes, he tried to use the M.C. Hammer line "U Can't Touch This" from 1990, but that Chicago Public School education tripped him up. He stank so bad that for Christmas one year, teachers and counselors pooled their funds and gave him a gift basket full of soaps and deodorants. Using the smell test, I gathered that he didn't use the products. Then there was the very popular rumor that during sophomore year he was caught jacking off under the lab table in chemistry class. With all of that, no wonder he wasn't very social. Wherever he is today, I hope and pray that he discovered the joys of clothing stores and Zest.

The Weather's Finally Getting Nice

And what better way to get out and enjoy that weather than with a relaxing day along the lake? Yes, it's time for the Sick-A-Cell Walk, Jog, and Bike-A-Thon, next Saturday, June 14. A good time will be had by all, except anyone following me on the walk trail and slipping on my sweat puddles. If you're near Chicago, come on out and have a good time (and bring a cold towel). And follow the link below if you would like to contribute to the cause or participate in the event. All efforts, physical or fiscal, I'm sure are appreciated by the fine folks at the Sickle Cell Disease Association of Illinois.

http://www.scdai.com/