I am WTF'ing all over the place...

.. not that I should be, because every night we go out there is an adventure, but...

yeah. Overusing ellipses should convey my stunned state of mind.

I was ready at 6:45 as planned, waiting to zip on my knee high red vinyl boots. You have a distinctive knock usually so I knew it was you immediately.

Hi. Sorry, I'm late.
It's fifteen minutes, not a big deal.

I always give you a hug and a kiss when you come by, today was no exception. How I didn't notice you holding a rose behind your back I don't know, but when you told me it matched my hair my hand flew over my heart in delight and my already big eyes got saucery.

Come on, K is waiting for us in the car.

We met up with M and R, we've had M home with us before and R is aware of it. Your skill in asserting your position is so cultivated that you come off as being the nicest guy in the room, but really, you're taunting him with it- you even brought out a roll of Magnum condoms from your blazer. Your laugh is incredibly disarming, it always sends ripples of warmth through my body, and I am positive it has the same effect on other people.

We always recount the story of our first date, again today was no exception.

The first bar becomes loud, we go to get R some pizza. The second bar won't let them bring their outside food in so we stand outside- M offers you some and I say

Don't you go spoiling your appetite with pizza.

M squeals.

Oooh she just said "don't go spoiling you appetite with pizza!"

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

I can eat as much as I want.

They leave, we can't convince them to stay out. We walk the several blocks to the restaurant- it isn't cold, the night is clear.

The restaurant is beautiful, we sit in the lounge area, side by side per usual. I always say I feel insulted if I am on a date and they don't sit next to me; you agree with me but say corners are an exception.

I have always wanted to do omakase, so we got the three course; each dish was more beautiful and delicious than the last. Restaurants always seem to give out an odd number of pieces, so we split the last piece every time.

You friend is going to meet up with us on a corner, we window shop and you ask

You're not cold or anything, are you?
Oh no, I'm fine.

He comes up to us, the way he exclaims at you leads me to believe you haven't seen him in awhile. I'm always surprised at how warm and sweet your friends are to me- they greet me with hugs and smiles every time, include me in the free shots, talk to me when you're in the bathroom.

After a few hours, one of them asks me if we can go to the club. I stop in my tracks.

Yes, but you guys have to be VERY, VERY WELL BEHAVED. Do you understand me?

I know I don't have to worry about you. Your friend I am not sure.

We get to the club and go sit in the VIP. One of my coworkers gives you a lap dance; I know they don't do much for you, but I like to watch them salivate over you.

The next thing I know we are being thrown out. You are irate at your friend- we aren't even sure what happened. I put his jacket on and you take the car keys so he can't leave.

I am angry at you but I can't admit it. I am angry with your friend and I can't admit it, although I do tell you I feel like I am going to start crying.

Your friend is drunk and tells us

You just don't know where you live!

when he takes the wrong turn.

I storm into the house and throw my keys onto the counter. You're good with me when I am upset and suddenly we are taking it out on each other- I'm all over you you're all over me and we fall asleep in a heap.

The light peeks in the window and I can feel you in that twilight between sleep and full wakefulness. I sleep so much more soundly with you there. You usually have something to do but today I get to lay in bed with you until nearly noon.

You say something sexual to me and I smile at you.

You're going to have to work a little harder for it than that.
I know.

I keep bursting into laughter while I am kissing you- takes three or four times to get anything going.

I want to comment on something but I don't want to jinx it.
Then don't jinx it.

I suppose your curiosity got the better of you.

What were you talking about, the jinx thing?
Don't worry about it.

Tonight, I find out what was so dreadful that we were asked to leave the club.

As one can imagine, I am horribly nauseous.