My sweetie lost some weight recently. Now, I think she looked great before, but yes, she looks even better now, partially because she’s so proud of herself she’s smiling more.
Yeah, yeah, I can almost hear you all saying “awww”.
She and I went out last night to our usual haunt. We met some friends there, and I had thought we were all going to have a great time.
Apparently not.
One of the women was upset about something, one of the men was also upset - about a related thing. Work-related. joy. Another guy took off fairly early, someone else decided to show up well into the night, etc. Ran into another friend of mine, and he and his girlfriend told me about the recent suicide of someone I used to work with. Nothing kills a buzz quite like hearing about someone’s death.
Anyway, she and I were pretty tipsy by closing time, and a friend walked us over to the local IHOP to attempt to sober up. Didn’t help, not nearly enough, so we decided to crash at the hotel across the street. Far better than getting a DUI or in an accident.
Got her in a room, then we went out and collected the car (the friend drove it the block and a half to the parking garage.), had a couple of cigs, and she caught a cab. I went upstairs.
Now you’d THINK that having your drunk girlfriend in a tight, sexy dress, in a hotel, would be hot. She certainly LOOKED hot, and she’d been dancing in that sexy, wiggling way she dances all night long. I had been looking forward to pouncing on her since she came downstairs in that dress earlier in the evening.
BUT
she was almost asleep (coughpassedoutcough) by the time I got to the room. I gently took off her bracelet and ring, and tucked her in, then got into my side of the bed. Lonely night…I wound up watching some crappy cartoons until almost dawn, doodling on the pad of paper by the phone.