On Friday the 11th I had a Pagan meeting planned
with CAM for my third Degree that they conferred on me and after that I had
planned a good old Cape Town piss up. I have to admit that I tried the entire
Friday to woo this man and he just didn’t seem to fall for any of my charm. So
by mid afternoon I decided to kind of give up. I wasn’t going to be rude to
him, i still had hope, but not much. He had a few days left and then he will go back to the backwater,
tumbleweed town he came from and I will probably never hear from him again. Besides it
was a big moment for me that day, having the final meeting before my conferred
third degree. I wasn’t going to let anything spoil it.
If I remember correctly that was the day we went to N1 City,
which was at the point the closest mall to me and there at Musica he bought
himself the Sarah Brightman, Symphony CD. I was faffing with him and making the
correct ooohhhh and aaaahhh sounds but at that point I had, as I said, pretty
much given up the hope.
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We went home and I know that him and my housemate Lindy, had
a chat. Cannot remember what I was doing. I must have been making food or
something or preparing for the meeting. I cannot for the life of me
remember. Well a lot happened at
the meeting involving Debbie and oranges, Debbie and Donna’s fake furr and
Debbie and orange peels. But that is probably a blog on its own and we wont go
into all of that now. I had had my meeting and the elders of CAM were staying
for the piss up. A lot of people arrived and even though I was rather upset
about not getting the man that I had set my heart on, I was two days away from
my third degree initiation and I had my wine. The night was going to be a good
one.
About half way through my box of wine and the night, Paul calls
me to the kitchen. He wants to speak to me. So I am not too happy about this
but I go to the kitchen with him. There he just about corners me and he says
that he has given a lot of thought to things. Of course having given up on
having him and having half of my box of wine, I really wasn’t interested, even if he was about to tell me that the moon was in fact a ball of bubblegum.
So he leans in and says to me: “I have realized, that I am
in love with you and want to go out with you” Jirre I was like going through
the roof! I was so happy and I jumped up and down and snogged the shit out of
him. I almost jumped on him but realized, luckily, that I don’t wanna kill him.
By now people are walking into the kitchen, which was open plan to the dining
room and wanting to know what was the fuss about. I am screaming “he loves me!”
but I was also, in the back of my mind, aware of the distance issue. But I wasn’t going to allow that to
spoil my evening. So later on someone asked the two of us, now that we were
attached to the hip, if we were going to do the long distance thing to which I
agreed that for now we will have to. Paul gave me a look and said to me:
“Didn’t you hear everything that I said” I confessed that I didn’t cuz after
that first sentence I was unstoppable and you couldn’t get anything out of me.
He repeated his words: “When I go back on Sunday I am going to resign my job
and move to Cape Town to be with you.”
Well that was it. I was in tears. I was so happy that you
could stick a Christmas tree up my ass and I would spread the joy for one and
all! Ho Ho Ho!!
During the night party, we snogged more times than not. He
even pinned me against the wall and snogged me till I almost got locked jaw.
Yes bumped my head against the wall that I nearly got a fucking concussion but
I didn’t care at all at that time. I had my man. I was the happiest person
alive. Now we had one matter left for the next two nights. One matter that I
was going to resolve and conquer, even if it was the last thing I did.
Well I can tell you, with regards to the issue that I had, I
never saw those fucking flannies again.
The Sunday that he went home we were both teary and neither
of us wanted him to go, but we were comforted in the fact that it wouldn’t be
long.
The story surely doesn’t end there. But I can tell you how it ends, well
so far. In just about 20 days we are celebrating our 4th
anniversary. I still get butterflies when I see him. I still smile waking up
next to him. I still have to hold on to him to be able to fall asleep and I
still want every part of my being to be with every part of his being. I even
still get nervous about making love, as if it is something I have never done before.
My blond Adonis and I,
“You and me,
we’re the kind of people,
other people
would like to be.”
Mwah!!
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