Before I get into the details of yesterday, I need to mention something that happened late last night. It wasn't too late, but it was definitely outside the times of what I would call normal for a Sunday night. I was sitting in my chair watching X-Files with the kid (we are through about 60 episodes btw) when I got a text. At first I figured it was LO2, but then I noticed it was from my director. As I went to look at it and respond, I got a second text from my other director, his wife. Now I was curious. What shit had I created this time? To my surprise both messages were pretty much the same -- 'Hey, we're watching always sunny, get your ass over here and drink with us'. That may not sound like a big deal, but remember, it was just one week ago that I was on their shitlist for LO2. A week ago I was a pariah and about to be thrown to the wolves. Now here I was back in the good graces. Being asked over to their house on a Sunday at 9:30 at night meant I was a good boy again.
Why this is important to me is that it shows me I can do this -- I can find balance. I can find a middle ground. I can control my impulsive behavior without hurting anyone. I was able to be loyal to cast, have a life, and get my work done. All these things are important to me and I am striving for the balance. I may have figured it out for once.
Now, as to yesterday overall... I left off yesterday morning saying she was in bed waiting for me. I made us breakfast of eggs, bacon, fruit, cheese, and champagne. We had already had sex twice since getting home at 3 something but I was ready to go again once I got a little food in me. We went at it from 3 until like 4:30, crashed, woke up around 7, went at it again, and then I took a break to write and cook. She went back to sleep while I was doing all that. The nice part is the kid had to work early and I let her take my car. Whole house to ourselves. Took breakfast into the bedroom and we sat and watched Pulp Fiction while we ate. We made it to the scene at Jack Rabbit Slims before the food was gone and other things were in motion. While it would have been truly ultimate to have sex during Fight Club (next on the list of things to do), sex during Pulp Fiction was pretty fucking awesome. It was around 11 by the time we actually got out of bed and showered.
Since the kid had my car, LO2 drove me to the theater where I was meeting my co-head to do a sound check for the upcoming show. They changed the sound equipment and we needed to verify we had all the right cables and connectors. He was late so her and I did the sound check and then hung out until he showed up around 2. She decided to go home as she hadn't been home since Saturday morning. I liked that. I liked that she needed to go home and take care of stuff. Not just spending the day sponging off me.
You guys get it?? I needed this relationship. It's *exactly* what I have wanted -- someone who is strong, independent, doesn't "need" me, but "needs" me. Someone who wants to spend time with me, but has her own friends. Someone who can show affection and enjoys holding hands walking down the street. Someone who sends a random text to say hello. Someone who doesn't want my fucking wallet or presents or to crash at my house constantly. No, she wants to be with me, have sex with me, hang out, have fun, and then spend some time apart. Heck, I don't even know when I will see her next, and then next weekend she is part of a dance thing where she will be gone for a week. If she was only 10 years older then it would be perfect. Not that I care about her age obviously, but between her friends, my friends, etc we have that obstacle to deal with. So far we are handling it, but...
Got back home around 3 and crashed out until 5. I was exhausted. The kid got home around 6:15 and we relaxed watching movies. We watched Sid & Nancy. I have some long boring comments on that and the whole glamorization of Sid Vicious but I think I will hold those for another time. After S&N we dived into X-Files. Managed to get through only two episodes before we both decided to crash.
Bottom line? Weekend was fucking perfect. This is happiness for me. I. Am. Happy. Don't take this away from me, please?
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