Just returned home. Had a very lovely dinner and chat with my Viking. He was looking so handsome tonight and was even wearing a shirt I had given him. A red Millennium Falcon shirt. Steaks, beer, yummy fried mushrooms, and the most ginormous sweet potato ever.
He and I…conversation just flows. No matter the topic. Religion. Movies. Comic books. Teenagers. Farts. Yes. I said farts. There are no boundaries between he and I.
Then it was time to part. Love this part because it always entails a gargantuan hug. Dislike this part because I won’t see him again for several weeks.
He did compliment my hair…how long it’s getting…all the better to pull, I say.
Another hug. Two kisses. Adieu.
If you have something in your teeth, I will let you know in a polite, discreet fashion because I don’t want you to be embarrassed and I love it when you look your best and I hope you’ll put the brown thing that you just picked out of your teeth into my mouth because I’m starving.