Do you remember that very first night you spent with the one you just knew was the one you would spend your life with and that was A-OK with you? Or maybe you haven't yet? Well, I do and it was and...
Well, let's see what happened.
"Hey hotstuff, kewl pad." That was Joey's first reaction to my parents house. LOL. 27 rooms of custom built house and he reduced it all to 'kewl pad.' Worked for me. That night we never made it to the outbuildings etc.
Of course I took him on the grand tour, and showed off a bit...and then we wound up downstairs in the rec room nestled against each other on one of the big overstuffed couches after a quick trip to the bar. (Soft drinks of course, since neither of us were lushes yet).
"Whatcha thinking, cute boy?" Joey whispered in my ear and I blanked for a minute but then...
"Just wondering."
"About what?"
"About what next."
As usual my inquisitive mind couldn't just lay quiet and enjoy the mood.
"You and me, of course."
"Forever?"
"Yeh, of course."
That was when my heart stopped, dead stopped, no blood flow no nothing. I raised up to look at him and to see his face. Yup, he meant it. But I asked...
"You MEAN that?"
"Hell YEAH, what you think. What we got is GOLD, baby boy. GOLD. Think I would ever want to screw that up?"
But life has a way of messing with plans, doesn't it.
Anyway, we eventually made our way upstairs to my/soon to be our bedroom...and...
I had the worst case of butterflies and jitters ever.
I think he did too.
Kinda funny looking in life's rear-view mirror, but back then it was a long way from funny.
We got dysfunctional even at our ages, and stayed that way for a couple hours...but then...
BINGO.
BULLSEYE
POW
and all that earthmover stuff. It was the best night EVER and, by God, I never wanted it to end.
But of course it did.
Thorns amongst the roses so to speak. Gilded lilies with flecks of faux gold. Not fun as I think about it now. Now, it is ok, but back then no.
In case I haven't mentioned it, Joey is Israeli-American. Jewish to his adorable toes. He will drive for hours to save a buck...that is for everything but me. Me, top drawer. But that is another story to soon be told. For now, let's just relax and archive reverie the first few months of what I like to call HEAVEN ON EARTH. RARRRRRRRR.
CONTINUED
Well, let's see what happened.
"Hey hotstuff, kewl pad." That was Joey's first reaction to my parents house. LOL. 27 rooms of custom built house and he reduced it all to 'kewl pad.' Worked for me. That night we never made it to the outbuildings etc.
Of course I took him on the grand tour, and showed off a bit...and then we wound up downstairs in the rec room nestled against each other on one of the big overstuffed couches after a quick trip to the bar. (Soft drinks of course, since neither of us were lushes yet).
"Whatcha thinking, cute boy?" Joey whispered in my ear and I blanked for a minute but then...
"Just wondering."
"About what?"
"About what next."
As usual my inquisitive mind couldn't just lay quiet and enjoy the mood.
"You and me, of course."
"Forever?"
"Yeh, of course."
That was when my heart stopped, dead stopped, no blood flow no nothing. I raised up to look at him and to see his face. Yup, he meant it. But I asked...
"You MEAN that?"
"Hell YEAH, what you think. What we got is GOLD, baby boy. GOLD. Think I would ever want to screw that up?"
But life has a way of messing with plans, doesn't it.
Anyway, we eventually made our way upstairs to my/soon to be our bedroom...and...
I had the worst case of butterflies and jitters ever.
I think he did too.
Kinda funny looking in life's rear-view mirror, but back then it was a long way from funny.
We got dysfunctional even at our ages, and stayed that way for a couple hours...but then...
BINGO.
BULLSEYE
POW
and all that earthmover stuff. It was the best night EVER and, by God, I never wanted it to end.
But of course it did.
Thorns amongst the roses so to speak. Gilded lilies with flecks of faux gold. Not fun as I think about it now. Now, it is ok, but back then no.
In case I haven't mentioned it, Joey is Israeli-American. Jewish to his adorable toes. He will drive for hours to save a buck...that is for everything but me. Me, top drawer. But that is another story to soon be told. For now, let's just relax and archive reverie the first few months of what I like to call HEAVEN ON EARTH. RARRRRRRRR.
CONTINUED
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