December 22, 2009

ELIZABETH ROSE

“On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three french hens, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree”

When Skye, Sam and I first discussed our 12 days of Love posts, I was cynical and derisive of the idiocies performed by people in love. It has been a fair few years since Cupid’s arrows last found their target in me so I could sit in my glasshouse and throw stones. Now I find myself in a quandry.

To explain, Finn was here on Saturday. I think I mentioned, he’d arranged a night in London as a stopover on his way to Dublin for Christmas. He had a few early drinks with his friends, before we met for a late supper and then headed back to my friend’s house. (I am house sitting for her over Christmas to avoid the family pile.)

We could barely keep our hands off each other in the taxi back and only just made it to the bedroom before beginning our first round. The sex was just what I needed, energectic, hungry and oh so good. Having enjoyed a slightly less frenetic second round, I took him on a tour of the house (it’s a bit “House & Gardens” – so for the most part I don’t touch anything for fear of reprisals) and we grabbed a nightcap.

The conversation was lighthearted and he teased me that tonight was our first “date” as we had finally met for an evening meal. My answer was that it didn’t count as we were in a different time zone.

We enjoyed less energetic but still a very robust quickie in the kitchen. (Sorry Kate if you are reading this – I did clean the surfaces in your kitchen many times after). We retired and I slept contentedly with his hand on my breast and his cock against my back.

I awoke to his touch, he was propped on his arm and looking down at me. He stroked my face, lent down and kissed me so tenderly I melted. Not in my usual way – the melting was a good foot and a bit north of there.

I’m smitten.

The look in his eyes before that kiss and the sweetness of the sex that followed are now with me constantly. I am humming. I am daydreaming. I am in short a big girly crushing mess. I hope it is just the Holiday spirit. I don’t have a nickname for him just yet, but I have certainly been over-texting. Sudden silence fills me with dread and the one night he didn’t text me “Good Night” I was convinced he was with another woman. It filled me with dread, and I almost called…

Then I remembered that it would be quite rude to do that to the naked gentleman in bed next to me, and felt ashamed at my own double standards.

So this brngs me back to our 3rd day of Love and my fantasy wedding day dreams. I must confess to self ridicule at this point, as I found myself and Finn before the altar in my mind almost as soon as I turned on my computer to write this post. I m dreaming of a glorious future together, I am imagining our happy ever after.

This is what I think this aspect of love-crazy is; the happy ever after. The day we ride off into the sunset together to live perfectly together in perpertuity.

I know it’s not just girl’s who do this  (@WhenWillHarryMeetSally – I’m talking to you). So confessional time – Readers, what is your fantasy wedding?

Mine is a sudden proposal followed by almost immediate elopement. (This varies between Gretna Green or Las Vegas / Niagara Falls depending on the current continent.) I haven’t progressed as far as imagining our babies just yet, but I’m not far from practising my signature with his surname.

In the back of my mind I can almost hear the sound of my inner slut shaking her head and muttering to herself. It’ll be an open marriage, I try to assure her…

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