Bad moon rising.
Oh, it's a rollercoaster. Oh, it's fun. Oh, I feel sick. Oh, it's fun again.
Such beautiful frustration. What tantalizing temptation. How glorious to think of kissing your handsome, smooth neck with your arms around my waist. How wonderful to imagine gazing into your gigantic blue eyes as you gaze back into mine, undeniable smiles curving the corners of our mouths.
I can see our cuddlesome mornings in bed with perfect clarity. I can hear my own loud laughter echoing in my bedroom when you say something sleepy and funny. I can hear it drifting down the hall and annoying my roommate in the living room.
Cupping your face in my hands and gently kissing you...nuzzling against your chest...kissing your stomach, just below the belly button...stroking your soft hair. It's all there, as vivid as this morning.
But god-fucking-dammit, you have a fucking girlfriend and I'm making it all up because I can't stop thinking about you.
***
So now the Co-worker has taken to texting me when we're off work. Presumably, his girlfriend is not nearby when he sends me messages that say "wish u were here" and the like.
Later today, I'm supposed to meet the Cute Philosopher I went out with a few weeks ago. I don't even want to. He's nice, he's cute, but we just don't have much to talk about. CW and I talk, quite literally, for hours. So much, in fact, that we've augmented our standard emailing and smoke breaks with lunches together.
Trouble. Motherfucking bad juju.
Such beautiful frustration. What tantalizing temptation. How glorious to think of kissing your handsome, smooth neck with your arms around my waist. How wonderful to imagine gazing into your gigantic blue eyes as you gaze back into mine, undeniable smiles curving the corners of our mouths.
I can see our cuddlesome mornings in bed with perfect clarity. I can hear my own loud laughter echoing in my bedroom when you say something sleepy and funny. I can hear it drifting down the hall and annoying my roommate in the living room.
Cupping your face in my hands and gently kissing you...nuzzling against your chest...kissing your stomach, just below the belly button...stroking your soft hair. It's all there, as vivid as this morning.
But god-fucking-dammit, you have a fucking girlfriend and I'm making it all up because I can't stop thinking about you.
***
So now the Co-worker has taken to texting me when we're off work. Presumably, his girlfriend is not nearby when he sends me messages that say "wish u were here" and the like.
Later today, I'm supposed to meet the Cute Philosopher I went out with a few weeks ago. I don't even want to. He's nice, he's cute, but we just don't have much to talk about. CW and I talk, quite literally, for hours. So much, in fact, that we've augmented our standard emailing and smoke breaks with lunches together.
Trouble. Motherfucking bad juju.
posted by Kathleen | 9:44 pm
just when you think you'll move on, he pulls you back in. it's not fair of him. and clearly when it all goes wrong, he'll blame you for seducing him.
but i could be so wrong. because i'm just like him. i have someone, but it doesn't stop me from wanting others. i just try to be very honest with the way things stand. i would never want to hurt anyone like this.
i don't know, maybe you should have a straight out talk with him.
why can't people who already have someone just leave the rest of us alone?
just be happy with your little man/woman and the fact that you make rest of us sick when we see you strolling around in public, hand-in-hand. if that's not satisfactory, dump your little man/woman and come join us in the bubbling shit-stew of singlehood.
unless, of course, your relationship is "open" and you're allowed to have candy on the side. freak.
why, thank you. *bow*