Trouble in paradise, part 1

Me: I have checks bouncing like rubber balls because my mortgage payment went through my account twice. It might be my fault. I'm not for sure. Are you ready for this?

D: I have $500 on the Pistons tonight. I'm ready for you if you're ready for me.

Me: I don't think I'm ready for that. I need you to be better at managing finances than me.

D: And I need you to understand that sometimes I'm not better at money. I wish I was smart about it at all times, but I'm not.

Me: I get that you're not perfect babe. I just want to feel comfortable putting our financial future in your hands.

D: I understand. I just want you to know who I am – a normally levelheaded guy with a gambling problem. You may not be truly ready for that.

Me: If what you think you have is a problem then no I'm not ready for that.

D: It was always a problem. I didn't indulge in it for a long time. But it's always been there.

Me: We should talk about this later.

D: I agree. We'll pick this up later.

Me: I am for your well-being, so I'll pray that the Pistons win.

D: Thank you.

Intuition

Me: Lately, I've noticed my intuitive side becoming more and more prevelant, especially where we are concerned. Of course, there was that Sunday that I had lunch at my favorite pizza place and sent you a text asking if you were enjoying your pizza at the exact moment the delivery guy was ringing your doorbell. And then tonight, I was working at my computer and I stopped to think about the text I sent you an hour earlier. The instant I picked up the cell phone, I get a response from you. This has happened on more than one occasion. In fact, it has happened so often I'm starting to wonder if I really did inherit my grandmother's sixth sense. Or are we just becoming more in tune with each other?

D: Well, I think it's a little more than coincidence, but I'm not sure exactly what it is. I think it has something to do with you knowing my schedule and predilections and combining that knowledge to take educated guesses as to exactly when I am scratching my balls or eating pizza. But I won't shoot down any claims of preternatural knowledge. I have a friend who firmly believes that she is a seer as well, so I know how strongly you guys believe. And since I have no proof that it's not a spiritual thing, I won't rule it out.

Missing you

Me: I don't know if I miss you because I know you will be here in a few weeks and I'm getting antsy or if I miss you because it's been 3 months since our last visit. Maybe it's a combination of the two. I miss the physical intimacy between the two of us but it's not all about the sex. I also miss you. The first thing I would love to do when you get here is lay on my bed, not to make out, but to cuddle. I want to be held. I need to be held. I need to feel your chest pressed against my face. I want to talk to you face-to-face about all sorts of topics -- deep thought-provoking issues as well as frivolous subject matter. The laughing and jokes we have on the phone, I desire to have that with you in person. I want us to lay on my bed in the dark and discuss our dreams and fears. And then, after we have reestablished emotional closeness, I want to come all over your fingers. I want us to get lost in our desire until we are covered in sweat and each other's juices. I don't know how much longer I can tolerate us being apart. Would we get along as well if we were around each other all the time? Is it wise to get married without having taken the time to find that out? I don't care. I'd find a way to overcome that obstacle. I just want to be with you.

D: I'm sure we would have our lulls if we were together all the time, as every couple does. But we would also have many times where we would be going along doing whatever job we're doing, and we'd get giddy knowing that in a few hours we'll be coming home to each other. I really can't wait for that. I feel like when I see you in a few weeks, I'm going to want to be with you as much as I ever have, and that probably comes from how distant I was the last time. I don't want to leave any doubt at all about where I stand. So get ready for the smothering and nonstop making out!

Me: Part of me wants to say that you don't have to make up for last time, that I want you to just be yourself, to do what you feel and to let things flow naturally. But then part of me wants to say, "Nonstop making out, woohoo!" Seriously though, I know you love me and desire me. You don't have to show it by making out with me 24/7, especially if you don't feel up to it. That's no fun either.

D: You misunderstand, honey. It's not that I feel an obligation to make out with you, it's that I want you and I want to show you how bad. It's partly because of what happened last time, but it's not like I'm thinking I have to show you how much I desire you. It's that my body wants to show your body how much I desire you.

Me: Okay. Let the nonstop making out begin! BTW, my vibrator and I had a very nice time thinking about you last night.

D: I hope your new toy is ready for a new friend in the bedroom.

Me: (Jumping up and down all giddy like) Yes, she is!