Oh, man. I'm in the midst of a complete television coma. Watching Mad Men right now, after catching up on the TiVo and watching the latest True Blood. I'm sure you don't care about that, though. So yes, TG was here in NYC for less than 24 hours, all of which were spent with me. I am incredibly happy, nostalgic, and going crazy at the same time.
He got in wayyy earlier than I expected and of course I wasn't ready. My laundry was still in the dryer, I was unwashed, unshaven, and totally disheveled. I wanted to pick him up at the station, but that clearly wasn't happening, so I gave him directions and attempted to get my shit together. Did a quick shower, ridiculously fast shave (although I've found most men will take it however they can get it, so it's never really a problem), slipped into a dress and ran out to meet him at the subway station near my apartment. It was good to see him, he looked better than I remembered and he gave me a huge hug when we got back to my apartment. We settled in bed and he held me and we talked and caught up a little bit. I wasn't really sure if we were going to hook up. I mean, he went all that way to see me and stay with me, so I assumed he was single, but you just never know. I told him I didn't want to get out of bed and he told me this joke.
A mother and her son go to pick their father up from prison. He's just been released. They get in the car and they're catching up until all of a sudden, the mother and father get into an argument. "EF!" the mother says. "No. FF," the father replies. They go back and forth arguing over EF and FF. Finally, the son says, "What are you two arguing about?" and the father replies, "Your mother wants to eat first." Haha. I laughed and told him I voted for FF. So we did. It was nice. I like being with him and he makes me feel so comfortable.
We spent the day ambling around town. Went to South Street Seaport and then grabbed some pizza, followed by cupcakes at Billy's. Then we met up with my friends for a movie and dinner. He was just the right level of affectionate. I liked that he wasn't afraid to show my friends the nature of our relationship. He wasn't shy at all, but it wasn't overly annoying or too much. After dinner, we met up with some of his friends for drinks at a bar nearby. It was okay. The two groups didn't really mix too much, but I still had a good time. We did a little bit of dancing and it was nice to meet some of his friends. I was a little peeved because his female co-worker kept buying him drinks. I didn't mind her (she had a boyfriend, who was there), but I was praying to God she didn't get him so drunk that we couldn't hook up later. A girl's got to eat! I get very few opportunities for sex, so I can't let any shot I have get squandered.
We cabbed home and got to my place and it was late, but we hooked up anyway and it was really nice. Probably the best time ever. He was tired, though, so he went to bed pretty quickly after and made me go to sleep, too. I was mad, but we were both tired and needed some sleep. He got up early this morning to shower and he left around 7:30 am. I walked him downstairs to catch a cab.
I wanted to cry when he left, I was so sad. I miss him desperately, even though he was just here for less than 24 hours. Sometimes I really miss having him in my bed. I miss going out with him and holding hands and being affectionate and having someone there for me. The thing is, I wonder if it's him I want and not all of those other things. I feel like I'm fine without the man and being by myself and doing my usual thing - working, coming home, cooking, the occasional movie and night out with friends. I just miss how well he knows me and the way he treats me. In other words, I'm all kinds of fucked up. Maybe seeing him was bad. I mean, I love the fact that he came all the way up here to spend time with me. But then I know that he meets other women and is interested in them. He told me about one. He didn't explicitly say he wanted her, but I know he does. He said he would ask her for coffee. I wanted to murder her and I don't even know her. I spent most of today mooning around. Well, mooning around and talking to him. He very actively texted and tweeted me all of today. I hate moping around like this. It's sad.
Anyway, I have jury duty tomorrow. Fuck.