Besame Mucho

Thursday

Raymond came over to my apartment last night and we talked until the "wee smas". It is always a pleasure to have Ray's company, because he is funny and wise. Also he is one of the very few men in my life that truly doesn't mind it when my little attention-whore of a cat, Gingerpuss, comes cosying up to him.

In fact, he's the one that gave her that name. My brother James thought she should be called "Scratchy McPaws, Destroyer of Furniture" but then we got her de-clawed so there went that. Besides, that is quite the mouthful to call out the window when searching for her.

I'm digressing here. Raymond came over with a bottle of wine and some take-out food. I hadn't expected any company and was standing absently in front of my open refridgerator, pondering my food choices for the evening when the buzzer went off and nearly made me jump out of my pants. I let him in immediately of course, and as I hadn't locked the apartment door he came bounding in, arms full and laughing at my dishevelled appearance. "I swear, Bliss, it's like you are two different people. Normal, clean, well-dressed citizen Bliss and then there is this messed-up, ravenous, wild-haired thing straight out of a Maurice Sendak book." I smacked him across the arm and gleefully pounced on the packages.

We sat on the couch and gorged ourselves on pasta and drink while watching nothings on tv. It is so nice and comfortable with him and I have to keep reminding myself that it is for that reason that things could never, ever work in the relationship department. The comfort would go out the window and we would rage against each other like hurricanes passing in the night.

Ray is a handsome devil though, and many's the time I've had to look twice and thrice at him because damn. So nice. He also smells incredible, woodsy and spicy and I can't even describe it. So I was sitting there chatting with him and trying not to think of these things. Eventually we cuddled up on the couch and watched Evil Dead because it happened to be on tv and ended up dozing off. I woke up with a start to see the sun full force in the window and Raymond's mouth wide open fast asleep. As I am a bit of a brat sometimes, I couldn't help but stick my finger in his mouth to startle him and wake him up. He gave chase as I ran away and I locked myself behind my bedroom door, shrieking like a little girl.

This, of course, woke James up in his room. James is temporarily staying at my apartment since his most recent girlfriend kicked him out after she found him hitting on her sister. James isn't typically the lecherous sort but sometimes he just can't help himself. I'm hoping he leaves soon because he is a bear in the morning and leaves his socks all over the damn place. James came out and snarled something incoherent at us which of course led to a fit of giggles on my end. Ray took the opportunity to push the door open and toss me on the bed, tickling me mercilessly.

Then he glanced over at the time and jumped straight up like a rocket, muttering "oh shite" and looking around for his jacket. He was late for work and so was I. I called in "sick" for a change though and almost had him convinced to do the same, but Ray is pretty hard to convince when it comes to skipping work.

So now I'm drinking my tea and considering going to see Gabriel. Mmm. That's a story for another day.

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Butterflies fluttered at 10/14/2004 08:56:00 AM
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