Shrinkage

For five months our love-connection has been nurtured and cultivated by daily phone calls across a couple of states, a rendezvous in Idaho, frustratingly short visits spaced four to six weeks apart, and much anticipation.

Last month when she spent twelve days in south Florida, we were separated by 2650 miles. And I felt those extra 1900 miles. In some ways it was sort of romantic, envisioning us on opposite ends of the continent, but the time difference made phone call coordination difficult.

Now the distance has shrunk from 2650 miles to 766 miles and soon to mere inches. Instead of counting the weeks or days, I'm counting the hours until she's here for good with a truck full of instruments and clothes and kitchen supplies, my decadent request for Red Iguana Mole Poblano fulfilled, a sexy (and sedated for the roadtrip) black cat in tow.

I am giddy with the prospect of holding hands and burying my face in her neck and laughing together and feeling her breath in my hair and watching her sleep and seeing her eyes gazing at me when I awake.

The phone sex has been fun, and has probably kept me from plummeting into a celibacy-induced psychosis, but getting off is so much better in person. Juggling a cell phone and saying "what?" when one of us starts mumbling somehow bleeds the eroticism from the experience. But soon the phone sex will be reserved for those public masturbatory adventures when I may need a little prompting and my grrl is on the other side of town, instead of far far away in MormoniaZionia.

Here, kitty, kitty!

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Anticipator

One of my grandfather's sayings, after I'd tell him about travel plans to go visit him:

"Oooh, girlie! That gets my anticipator cranking!"

That saying always makes me smile and feel fondly of that dear man.

And today, my anticipator is seriously cranked. My lover arrives in a mere twelve hours. Twelve hours!

That is all I can manage at this moment. Excitement ...

Destination Spot

At my see-ya-later party I reiterated that if/when my peeps found themselves in the NW (or wanting to find themselves in the NW), I encouraged them to come visit me.

My wish is coming true! The first weekend I was in my new home, D stayed with me amidst my boxes on his way to a wedding in Olympia. My lovely lover TW stayed with me last week; 42 days until she's back for Thanksgiving. This evening I'll have dinner with my cousin and his wife, who are here visiting his brother, who moved here right after I did. Early tomorrow G and S arrive, taking a grrls' road trip in their respective post-breakup states of being. Slumber party at Casa Moss! Yesterday I chatted with J who is finishing his season in Alaska and is planning is PDX visit and I heard from S a while back about her plans to be in town for a wedding in December. Add to that the plans of N&S to vacation in the NW in the spring.

I love that everyone is coming to me, that I have a steady stream of visitors to anticipate.

Hooray for being a desirable destination spot!

Luvy Wuvy

In honor of its twentieth anniversary, a quote from the indomitable A Princess Bride:

Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?

Instead of being 766 miles away from me, my love is within a couple hundred miles. Right now she is on the coast and as I'm now working to pay off that mortgage-size student loan debt, I had to stay in Stumptown.

When she leaves Monday the 8th, I'll start counting the days until Thanksgiving.