I can barely keep up with the two women in my life as it is so don’t get the wrong idea… but I am smitten.
The saucy little temptress manages to dart into my mind at the least opportune moments. It has turned into a sad little bit o’ obsession. I won’t be able to do anything about it until the weekend but each day rolls by with little to no satisfaction. I find myself consumed with an almost unbearable emptiness - such is the yearning.
Why must I wait? Why can I not fill this void with my work or my full life at home? Even more shocking is that I had gone this long in life without realizing I had such a void just waiting to be filled. Some experiences in life truly change you and there is no hope of returning to the person that you were previously. No matter how easy it would have made things to have never known the charms that await you.
It goes without saying that this is most inconvenient. I have things to do - just ask me. Lusting (such an ugly yet apt description) away all day and night for something not laying in the bed beside me is very nearly destroying the fragile life I have built for this balding, goofball of a man I have become.
Yet I am reminded that this bewitching little thing only seems to bring me happiness while requesting so little in return. Sure, I need a little money to bring my hands so close as to feel that welcoming touch. But it seems a tiny price to pay. Truth be told, I would pay it every hour on the hour, seven days a week if by some miracle it were available with such frequency. I know this may seem desperate and perhaps a little sad but I prefer to think of it as just plainly being truthful with my feelings and desires.
Judge me if you may but the entire time I have been writing this I have been dreaming of the next time we will come into contact. It is so real I can smell the sweet fragrance that fills the air when we are together. I can nearly taste it on my lips and feel the tingle that graces my tongue when we finally converge.
This next part may make some of you uncomfortable but I can no longer go on with this selfish behavior. You see, I don’t need to be the only one to experience the unbelievable pleasure available to me. In fact, my love would prefer that I point everyone in the direction of its bounty.
That is because my new love is Italian Ice. On Saturday I had a half cherry and half banana from Carmen’s in Rockville and needless to say. I will never be the same.
