I love my mother. She got on her knees and scrubbed the kitchen tiles with steel wool...something about applying her feminine touch. Being a man, I have little affection for totally scrubbing away all trace of previous ownership. I'm more like, get it liveable and then live in it.
that maybe just me, not my sex
She however, found it intolerable to have the dust, grime, matter from previous remain. And so she scrubbed. The apartment is very clean and having lived with her clean-up job for two weeks on my own, I have to say I like it. And haven't had to buy food really for two weeks. Sweet.
I'm having a night at home after seeing a matinee of Spamalot (good laughs), and now nibbling on bon bons, especially enjoying Devil's Food Cheesecake from the recently? opened Junior's in the theater district, yum! (immersive advertising)
It's Dirty Pretty Things tonight and bedtime...well...anyway, we'll see. It's weird not being driven to go dancing and bars and standing by a wall, drinking cranberry and soda water and feeling insufficient and wanting and then coming home to porn and masturbation and longing for a partner. The latter three are still distinct possibilities, but without the expense of Splash, g, and Vlada and the commute...mostly the commute. But the lovely sounds of crickets, and trees blowing in the wind is calming and I'm happy.
Ultimately, I blogged on to say that I'm a happy man tonight. I have everything I could want. And if the intimacy I have with friends and family is all I get, well, then I have the memories of the 6.5 year relationship from long ago...and that may be enough.
that maybe just me, not my sex
She however, found it intolerable to have the dust, grime, matter from previous remain. And so she scrubbed. The apartment is very clean and having lived with her clean-up job for two weeks on my own, I have to say I like it. And haven't had to buy food really for two weeks. Sweet.
I'm having a night at home after seeing a matinee of Spamalot (good laughs), and now nibbling on bon bons, especially enjoying Devil's Food Cheesecake from the recently? opened Junior's in the theater district, yum! (immersive advertising)
It's Dirty Pretty Things tonight and bedtime...well...anyway, we'll see. It's weird not being driven to go dancing and bars and standing by a wall, drinking cranberry and soda water and feeling insufficient and wanting and then coming home to porn and masturbation and longing for a partner. The latter three are still distinct possibilities, but without the expense of Splash, g, and Vlada and the commute...mostly the commute. But the lovely sounds of crickets, and trees blowing in the wind is calming and I'm happy.
Ultimately, I blogged on to say that I'm a happy man tonight. I have everything I could want. And if the intimacy I have with friends and family is all I get, well, then I have the memories of the 6.5 year relationship from long ago...and that may be enough.
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