Dhalia and i spent all of saturday with each other. the week before on friday
i stayed over her house so we could leave for our snowboarding trip all bright
and chipper in the early morning. my tongue was healed and i finally decided
to make a move while we were both laying in here awesome queen sized water bed.
we both said that the one attacked the other with a huge french kiss and just
reacted swiftly by retaliating with an even bigger one. hands down, tongue rings
rock for kissing. i guess i could say we're going out. its been a week, but,
damn. its been a whole relationship span into a couple nights with a crazy girl
full of interesting thoughts and enough energy to set them into motion. sometimes
i leave her house with all my feelings and expressions used up making her (and
me) feel happy, my face dragging on the ground, eyes opened, unblinking, mouth
not making a sound.
but saturday started at 10:00 am in denver, and in the next 6 hours i went
through 3 swing dance workshops. the shim sham is all mine. we also went shopping,
visited a family friend, had dinner, saw a play and went out for coffee.
the week past on wednesaday ,i took Dhalia and her friend to one of my deviance
in us society classes. the clas was about s+m with two guest speakers to (literally)
boot. we learned about the perfect sex; done with two white, athletic heterosexuals
with no STD's who go out on a dinner date and movie, have coffee and while watching
t.v.at home start rubbing each otheres back, begin kissing, get intimate, and
before you know it, there doing the missionary in the bedroom, right after the
man gracefully removes all the woman's clothes as he carries her to the bed.
we thought this date was really taking shape to be quite the hum dinger of
a stereotypical "perfect" sex day. but then we thought about it some
more, sure we went swing dancing, we met my brother's girlfriend of six years
walking her pit bull (yes te are very illegal in denver). she had to
go to work, so we parused broadway and went shopping in two adult stores,
the crypt; full of leather pants whips what have you, plastic panties, masks
and everything spiky and kitten's, adult toys r us, with that weird guy at the
counter, who could probably never get a date by telling the girl what he does
for a living. we went for dinner and saw romeo and juliet in the theater on
broadway, it was put on by 4 homosexual guys, actualy the whole theater
was a gay, lesbian, transgender theater. we were the only straight couple there.
the play was fabulous. we went back to kitties and i bought a see through silver
shirt. i reached the limit of my credit card and used my "only in emergencies"
VISA. It was a cool shirt ok? believe me.
we went to coffee at paris on the patte. it took me about 5 minutes to realize
that i had been there before, four years ago with my brother, right after a
party when he got me drunk for the first time in colorado. its amazing,
i remembered the menu exactly, i had gotten this monster of a nacho dish, full
of bubbly cheese, olives, taco meat and whatever, something green and red floating
in the half liquid taco mess. there were three of us when we went to use the
restrooms, but there was only one john and one stall, so on eof us used the
stall, one of us used the john and one of us used the sink. after we were finished
eating, we went back to my bro's friends house (mat from applebee's) and they
all crashed on the couch and i got mat's bed. mat prepped me for the long night
ahead,
"ok... here's my nuddy mag collection... here's my semi automatic rifle,
look.. armed, unarmed... armed, unarmed. here's the safety, if anything goes
wrong, you know what to do."
when morn.. afternoon came we all watched _stuart little saved his family_
on HBO and went out to denny's to eat. i threw up in the bathroom at a food
mart and my bro's friend dan still makes fun of me and the hand guesture i made
(arms around neck as if choking) everytime i see him.
that night, the paris on the platte was full of highschool wannabe punks, showing
off what took 2 hours to create, the "5 minute disheveled i live in
an alley look" while talking on their cell phones and drink drinking
their lattes. i appeared pretty regular, Dhalia was in t-shirt jeans mode, so
we just laughed. we got home about 12. i guess it was a perfect sex day skewed
deviantly into something that was just plain fun. we didn't have sex that night
and giggled at the lecture about s+m. we decided it would be great if everyone
was super open about sex, if people would experiment and have multiple partners,
just like the two speakers talked about. Dhalia remembered that one of the speakers
told us that she's had herpes for four years and has to tell people when she
goes to her s+m parties. we kinda figured out why it wouldn't worked the way
the two s+m speakers wanted to and giggled some more.
on sunday i shopped for household items and had dinner with Dhalia and her
mother. we talked about the house Dhalia, i and a few friends were going to
get next year, all the dragons that where going to decorate the halls and how
i'm going to have to share my room with Dhalia's unicorn selection. oh boy howdy.
