asking me over
to his. Is he changing?? Is my ploy to look like I have a life
working??
I didn’t want to go tonight either because it
would make our date night less special. I know how Evvy works – if
I see him tonight, he’s attentive and loving. If I see him again
the very next night, he’s completely different. Withdrawn, aloof,
almost resentful towards me.
I want him all loving on our date night. The
first weekend in forever we’ve spent together.
That bastard better not cancel on me. His life
would not be worth living!
Saturday 15 July 2000
9.31am
So date night last night!! And he didn’t
cancel!!
(he gets to live!!)
So he didn’t pick me up or anything, or come
here. For some reason, I really want a guy to just fucking pick me
up!!! Be romantic.
But then I like driving so when they PISS ME
OFF
(and they always do),
I can just leave when I want to.
So our night was both yummy and painful. He
makes me crazy!!! In good and bad ways. He makes me feel so many
things.
Evvy seems to make me totally overboard in my
emotions.
Soon as I got there, we started watching ‘The
Bone Collector’ in his bed
(on his giant ass wall to wall tv),
and for half the movie we just cuddled up to
each other. THEN he started kissing me and touching me THERE,
making me melt. He kept going too far, and I kept stopping him, not
because I didn’t want to
(I did!! Oh boy, I did),
but because it’s been weeks since we’ve even
had a real date, and he expects sex!!!
He’s gotta work a lot harder than
that.
I need romance. Connection. Dare I say
it??...
Love.
So he kept trying to get my clothes off, and I
kept struggling with him, but we kept kissing and laughing while we
struggled.
Was hot!!!
Then he got the shits, and started carrying on,
pulling his Evvy mood swing, and his grumpy face
(which is still so funny),
and asked me to leave!!!
So I got up off the bed and stomped to the
door, where he grabbed me, laughing, and pulled me back to bed. He
smothered me in kisses then and said, “You deserve someone better
than me, woman.”
Then I tried to get back under the quilt, and
he was all, “Not till you take all your clothes off!!”
I stopped trying to lift the quilt back. “I’m
fine here, thanks.”
He laughed. “Okay, if you kiss me I’ll let you
back under.”
Still annoyed with him, I leaned over and
pecked him on the lips. “You gotta do better than that!” he
said.
So I leant in and pashed him for all I was
worth, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back and OH
GOD…was just about the best kiss ever.
Then I pulled away, searching his eyes, for
what?? Love?? Devotion?? Happily Ever After??
And Evvy murmured, “Whoa,” as our heads were
still together.
(even he was blown away!!)
“ THAT’S what I want more
of!!”
Um, yeah! Me too!! But you actually have to see
each other to have more of that.
Then we settled back into the movie, and he
starts edging away from me!! He just suddenly turned.
“ Don’t do that,” he snapped, when I
draped my leg over his.
“ Do what??”
“ Touch me!”
Dear God. Men are such pains in the
asses.
He edged away from me and complained whenever
some part of me touched him in any way, for the ENTIRE BRONCOS GAME
after the movie.
I don’t know WHY I stayed that long, just to be
pushed away.
By this time, I was absolutely freezing in my
skimpy outfit, and by 11pm I stood up, saying, “That’s it!! I’m
outta here.”
Then Ever grabs me! Wraps his arms around me,
pulls me to him, and practically growls, “You’re not going
ANYWHERE.”
I think he does it on purpose. It’s like same
game to him.
But not to me and my little heart.
So I pushed against him and said, “You’ve just
snapped at me for the last two hours and pushed me
away!”
“ I only did that cause as soon as
you touch me, I go crazy! And I want to do more.”
Then he threw us both down onto his
to his. Is he changing?? Is my ploy to look like I have a life
working??
I didn’t want to go tonight either because it
would make our date night less special. I know how Evvy works – if
I see him tonight, he’s attentive and loving. If I see him again
the very next night, he’s completely different. Withdrawn, aloof,
almost resentful towards me.
I want him all loving on our date night. The
first weekend in forever we’ve spent together.
That bastard better not cancel on me. His life
would not be worth living!
Saturday 15 July 2000
9.31am
So date night last night!! And he didn’t
cancel!!
(he gets to live!!)
So he didn’t pick me up or anything, or come
here. For some reason, I really want a guy to just fucking pick me
up!!! Be romantic.
But then I like driving so when they PISS ME
OFF
(and they always do),
I can just leave when I want to.
So our night was both yummy and painful. He
makes me crazy!!! In good and bad ways. He makes me feel so many
things.
Evvy seems to make me totally overboard in my
emotions.
Soon as I got there, we started watching ‘The
Bone Collector’ in his bed
(on his giant ass wall to wall tv),
and for half the movie we just cuddled up to
each other. THEN he started kissing me and touching me THERE,
making me melt. He kept going too far, and I kept stopping him, not
because I didn’t want to
(I did!! Oh boy, I did),
but because it’s been weeks since we’ve even
had a real date, and he expects sex!!!
He’s gotta work a lot harder than
that.
I need romance. Connection. Dare I say
it??...
Love.
So he kept trying to get my clothes off, and I
kept struggling with him, but we kept kissing and laughing while we
struggled.
Was hot!!!
Then he got the shits, and started carrying on,
pulling his Evvy mood swing, and his grumpy face
(which is still so funny),
and asked me to leave!!!
So I got up off the bed and stomped to the
door, where he grabbed me, laughing, and pulled me back to bed. He
smothered me in kisses then and said, “You deserve someone better
than me, woman.”
Then I tried to get back under the quilt, and
he was all, “Not till you take all your clothes off!!”
I stopped trying to lift the quilt back. “I’m
fine here, thanks.”
He laughed. “Okay, if you kiss me I’ll let you
back under.”
Still annoyed with him, I leaned over and
pecked him on the lips. “You gotta do better than that!” he
said.
So I leant in and pashed him for all I was
worth, and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back and OH
GOD…was just about the best kiss ever.
Then I pulled away, searching his eyes, for
what?? Love?? Devotion?? Happily Ever After??
And Evvy murmured, “Whoa,” as our heads were
still together.
(even he was blown away!!)
“ THAT’S what I want more
of!!”
Um, yeah! Me too!! But you actually have to see
each other to have more of that.
Then we settled back into the movie, and he
starts edging away from me!! He just suddenly turned.
“ Don’t do that,” he snapped, when I
draped my leg over his.
“ Do what??”
“ Touch me!”
Dear God. Men are such pains in the
asses.
He edged away from me and complained whenever
some part of me touched him in any way, for the ENTIRE BRONCOS GAME
after the movie.
I don’t know WHY I stayed that long, just to be
pushed away.
By this time, I was absolutely freezing in my
skimpy outfit, and by 11pm I stood up, saying, “That’s it!! I’m
outta here.”
Then Ever grabs me! Wraps his arms around me,
pulls me to him, and practically growls, “You’re not going
ANYWHERE.”
I think he does it on purpose. It’s like same
game to him.
But not to me and my little heart.
So I pushed against him and said, “You’ve just
snapped at me for the last two hours and pushed me
away!”
“ I only did that cause as soon as
you touch me, I go crazy! And I want to do more.”
Then he threw us both down onto his
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