a classic dinner and a movie tomorrow. Tomorrow!? It is like we have a limit on things we can do in one day. I want to run full out at life. I seek exhaustion. Tomorrow. Humph.
I make sure I let him know I can do a movie tonight only. He puts me off by saying he has some paperwork to do before turning in, there is no way he can put it off as it has to be filed by tomorrow morning. He is very cryptic about what it is for. Implying it has something to do with the purchasing finances of a company he is investing in.
He pulls up to the Arch, blocking traffic in his red car again. He gets out and opens my door. I stomp off just like I did yesterday. There is no way I am going out with this guy again. He is stuck in low—meaning slow—gear. I need some real excitement. Not just a nice day and a freaking kiss on the forehead.
The next two weeks go by like I’m stuck in a loop. Fun days in London, even on the two rainy days. Big lunch, fancy dinner, maybe a movie or a play and then good night. I stomp off in frustration and then say I’m bored so I’ll join him again the next day. I am sure I caught him smiling at me when I stormed off one night.
I did manage to get a kiss on the cheek the last night. There were three days we didn’t meet. Jason said he had meetings and wouldn’t have time. I pouted, and got nowhere. I stomped and was not acknowledged. Then the next day we both act like I hadn’t stormed off.
I am pleasantly tired each night and have been sleeping well. My temper tantrums only last until I fall asleep and then I ping him for a pick up time once I get up and moving around in the morning. I actually picked up my mobile and called him one morning, just to talk as I got ready. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I hung up.
That was uber non-normal for me. I just don’t do that kind of regular-person thing. Other than Aldo, I can’t even think of someone I would even call. I kind of like picking up the phone to chat while I am doing routine things. I think I will do that more often. It really picked my spirits up.
Jason says he is heading back to Berlin. This is our last night for a while, he sounds down. I think he really likes me. I have a flash feeling of emptiness just hearing him say the words out loud. It seems that both of us are now feeling down about his leaving London.
We are just standing at the side of the park entrance where we met, just looking sad. Both of us must have looked pathetic. The time ticks almost out loud for a few seconds.
Jason breaks the downward spiral of both our moods by plowing forward talking about the plans for tonight. We are set for a play at some historic theater and then a late dinner. He says he is going to keep me out late, because he can sleep tomorrow while he travels.
He winks and tells me I can get my beauty sleep after he is gone. We have plenty of time before the show starts, so we decide to walk there, enjoying the sunset.
I remember I actually have a shoot coming up. That will be good, it will keep my mind occupied as I get back to my usual routine.
That night I snuggle into him more than usual as we watch some play I can’t even remember. I just know I like to dress up to go out, I look stunning each night. I have broken out a slinky green dress, green always works and tonight Jason is holding me closer than normal too. No one can resist a red-head in green. On special nights, I always end up wearing green. Tonight I want to make sure Jason is fully aware of how fabulous I look.
During dinner Jason
I make sure I let him know I can do a movie tonight only. He puts me off by saying he has some paperwork to do before turning in, there is no way he can put it off as it has to be filed by tomorrow morning. He is very cryptic about what it is for. Implying it has something to do with the purchasing finances of a company he is investing in.
He pulls up to the Arch, blocking traffic in his red car again. He gets out and opens my door. I stomp off just like I did yesterday. There is no way I am going out with this guy again. He is stuck in low—meaning slow—gear. I need some real excitement. Not just a nice day and a freaking kiss on the forehead.
The next two weeks go by like I’m stuck in a loop. Fun days in London, even on the two rainy days. Big lunch, fancy dinner, maybe a movie or a play and then good night. I stomp off in frustration and then say I’m bored so I’ll join him again the next day. I am sure I caught him smiling at me when I stormed off one night.
I did manage to get a kiss on the cheek the last night. There were three days we didn’t meet. Jason said he had meetings and wouldn’t have time. I pouted, and got nowhere. I stomped and was not acknowledged. Then the next day we both act like I hadn’t stormed off.
I am pleasantly tired each night and have been sleeping well. My temper tantrums only last until I fall asleep and then I ping him for a pick up time once I get up and moving around in the morning. I actually picked up my mobile and called him one morning, just to talk as I got ready. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I hung up.
That was uber non-normal for me. I just don’t do that kind of regular-person thing. Other than Aldo, I can’t even think of someone I would even call. I kind of like picking up the phone to chat while I am doing routine things. I think I will do that more often. It really picked my spirits up.
Jason says he is heading back to Berlin. This is our last night for a while, he sounds down. I think he really likes me. I have a flash feeling of emptiness just hearing him say the words out loud. It seems that both of us are now feeling down about his leaving London.
We are just standing at the side of the park entrance where we met, just looking sad. Both of us must have looked pathetic. The time ticks almost out loud for a few seconds.
Jason breaks the downward spiral of both our moods by plowing forward talking about the plans for tonight. We are set for a play at some historic theater and then a late dinner. He says he is going to keep me out late, because he can sleep tomorrow while he travels.
He winks and tells me I can get my beauty sleep after he is gone. We have plenty of time before the show starts, so we decide to walk there, enjoying the sunset.
I remember I actually have a shoot coming up. That will be good, it will keep my mind occupied as I get back to my usual routine.
That night I snuggle into him more than usual as we watch some play I can’t even remember. I just know I like to dress up to go out, I look stunning each night. I have broken out a slinky green dress, green always works and tonight Jason is holding me closer than normal too. No one can resist a red-head in green. On special nights, I always end up wearing green. Tonight I want to make sure Jason is fully aware of how fabulous I look.
During dinner Jason
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