I went out with an old friend of mine from grad school this evening. It was pretty fun. She just went through a yucky divorce and is rediscovering her amazing ability to pick up men and to act as a wing woman for her friends. So there we were she was flirting with one guy, her friend was deep in conversation with another, and I was just hanging out. I felt kind of left out, like I should be trying to find a guy to flirt with (even I love love LOVE J).
By the end of the evening my friend's guy was drunk and talking to me about the size of phones/penises and her friend had snuck out with the guy she was flirting with and I was feeling pretty damn content with my relationship.
I did miss J tonight. I wanted his solid presence, his hands touching me, tight around the back of my neck like an invisible collar. I wanted to dance with him and kiss him, grind against him and feel him growl in my ear.
But that must wait until another date :)
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