I got him all to myself for three full days
My assignment was to book a trip Labor Day weekend with the parameters of the color blue, the song if your happy and you know it clap your hands and the animal Siberian tiger.
The only logical option was to book a raft trip in West Virginia
There were a thousand snafus. The weather was predicted to majorly suck. There was nowhere within a 45 mile radius to stay and I had no effin parameters. But I was given a credit card.
We left almost three hours late (“forgot my charger”) and didn’t get to beckley until almost midnight. The cold room made for epic cuddling and sleeping.
We hiked the rim of new river gorge, ate lunch in a church and went for a swim in the pool. Dinner and drinks led to our fellow campers questioning our whereabouts. Rafting 4 ft high- bee sting- front seats- swam through rapids- scary lady guides – naps- fancy dinner and romantic fires- eating in Greensboro- steps into deserted cole mine- sore dirty bodies
“They must think we are rabbits”
“Waking up with my gym shorts on”
“Virginia is for lovers”
What was really nice is that I finally realized how comfortable I am around him. It’s so funny to go through relationship stages. For so long I struggled (and probably still do) to admit that I am in one. It doesn’t feel real- most of the time he doesn’t seem real. My life hasn’t really changed all that drastically. I just usually have plans-ish. But I was so afraid to do or say the wrong thing- not at all to be myself but more that I was very conscious of my actions. I noticed every little movement I made and how he reacted to it. It was a little stressful.
Concrete example: I couldn’t ever sleep through the night with him in my bed. It was like a weird pressure. Is he asleep yet? Am I moving too much? I don’t want to wake him. It’s so hot! Now I will straight up drool all over his chest and roll over to sleep another nine hours.
I don’t worry if I smell, or wear makeup or do my nails. Sure I want to look nice for him but he’s kinda seen it all. He’s seen me puke although he’s never seen me cry.
It also hit me how weird it is that we have a little history. We know aloooot of the same people and relate to similar experiences. If not, we’ve told enough life stories to get the context.
It was beyond great. It felt like only the two of us really existed. Being in that present moment was all that mattered. Just being. Just soaking in time with someone who gets you and appreciates you. I’m weirdly comfortable with him still not saying it. I’m officially going to be shocked if he does- wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t. It makes me a little sad that he doesn’t try as hard anymore- he never got my anything for my birthday- never has actually told me how he feels- he obviously doesn’t need to impress me anymore and I’m sure I’m the same way.
Woman I’ll slit your throat if you keep makin those slimy sloppy eggs