Thursday, November 07, 2002
Well!
Paul is gone.
Lately, these visits have been so quick that I have a hard time believing that he was ever here to begin with.
I had my interview at the Gap last night and it was so snores that I don't even know what to say about it. It was a group interview so I was stuck in a room with 10 other random people. There was one girl there that didn't speak any English and at one point she got so frustrated and upset that her eyes filled with tears and she said: "I got to go bathroom", grabbed her bag and bolted. It was sad. And also funny as shit.
Paul told me not to tell that story anymore cuz he thinks that there is no humor in people getting their feelings hurt.
Yeah ok Paul. That's the only thing that IS funny on this earth.
Sike.
sorta sike.
I now have to wait 48 hours to get a phone call from the Gap Management. If I don't hear from them, I don't get a second interview. Now...if I don't hear from them, am I really supposed to believe that the other 10 people in the room were more qualified than me?
Well, I guess that depends on if the Gap is looking for people who just recently obtained their GED, regardless of how old they are.
Cuz really.
After the interview, Paul was supposed to be waiting outside for me.
Of course he wasn't there. Thank God I had a calling card on me (you read that right, my po' ass don't got no cell phone). I called Paul and he was like: "Where are you?" I'm like: "Where are YOU?!!?!?" Turns out he was across the street at Aldo trying on shoes. I ran across the street to see Paul standing in the doorway of Aldo holding up two pairs of shoes and grinning ear to ear. I was like: "What are you DOING?" He had obviously sucked down a bottle of vodka in the half hour that he was waiting for me and I must admit, he looked fucking adorable standing there with his new shoes. I immediately called the shoes "womanly" and "hideous" and ushered him out of the store before he could waste more money on shoes he doesn't need.
After we got home, something bad happened.
We went to buy groceries for dinner and got into a bit of a fight over whether or not he was going to buy me "Hawaian Punch Fruit Chews". He didn't end up buying them for me because "Candy is bad for Joe. Not healthy enough".
So instead, he buys a roll of sugar cookies.
Um? Yeah.
Ah geez.
After we get home, I threw a temper tantrum because I didn't want my steak to be covered in mushrooms and gravy.
"But Joe, have I ever made anything that you didn't like?" "No Paul, you haven't. But gravy is something that makes me gag on sight." When my back was turned he slopped gravy onto everything and I started hissing like the gay snake that I am. I went into my room to chill out for a minute. When I came back out into the kitchen, I did something so stupid and regrettable. I embarrassed him in front of Rita by making fun of the fact that he just recently lost his internship. I don't know why I did it and I know that it is something that really upsets him. The minute I said it I wished I could have erased it and started over. Too late.
After that comment, he and I had a HUGE arguement full of slander and acid tongues at the kitchen table. Rita sat politely and quietly on the couch and I became increasingly more humiliated as the conversation went on. Eventually I just stopped speaking because I was horrified at where the conversation was going.
It was quite awful and I felt horrible for Rita for having to sit there and endure it all.
Fuck. It sucked.
I then went back in my room to chill out again.
After Rita came into my room to say goodnight, I went back out into the kitchen again and Paul and I worked shit out. For the most part. It was a rough hour and sometimes I wish I could exhibit more self-control in these type of situations. Especially with Paul.
Once dinner was over, we watched The Simpsons and then began to kiss and touch. It was incredibly romantic and I just laid back and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
The love making last night was so real and intense that when I orgasmed, I actually started to cry.
Now, I don't know if you have ever had a moment like that, but it is the scariest thing on the planet. Especially when you have been with someone for 3 years.
In all that amount of time, I may have cried once or twice in the moment of passion.
I felt so overwhelmed with love and understanding for him. It was so raw. He wiped my tears and kissed me on the forehead. It was one of the most beautiful moments we have ever had. Also, it was one of the best love making sessions I have had in my entire life, much less with Paul. We also discussed having sex and both decided that once he moves here, it will be one of the first things that we do together. It's been a long time coming, but I know it will be worth the wait.
Shortly after that we discussed the move for a while and then I crawled into his arms and fell into the deepest sleep of my life.
The night hours flew by faster than normal and we both woke up at 6am and mushed our bodies as tight together as we could.
I felt love and happiness corsing through my gay veins.
It was mind blowing. I reluctantly got out of bed to shower this morning and to save time I didn't even shave. As soon as I had my clothes back on, I jumped back into bed to hold him for 15 more minutes before I had to leave for work. I said goodbye at 8am and then made my way to the subway.
Bye Paul.
Having him move to NYC to be with me is just about the best thing that has happend to me in a long time. Not that good things haven't happened, but this is something that is not only going to change my life, but make it better. I have waited 3 years for this to happen and it is almost time!
I have been saying quick prayers all day that this new apartment will work out for him. I have been praying that he and I will be able to be candid with eachother, but still find a way to be respectful and helpful to eachother. Because I love him so much and because we have known one another so intimately for so long, it gets increasingly easier to whip out the acid tongue and say whatever is on our minds. I, for one, need to be careful. If I love him so much, then I have to make sure that I treat him well and that I cherish him, rather than cut him down.
Paul is my ghoulie and I am happier with him now than I have ever been. (big sigh)
In other news...
Jeannie will be married as of Saturday morning. I am still shocked by this whole event. She is 23 years old and is planning to spend the rest of her life with her husband, Rich. How does she know this at 23 when I don't know even know to be nice to my own boyfriend?
I am thrilled to be invited to this event and I am taking Kelly as my date. I did ask Paul originally, but he doesn't feel comfortable yet going to an event as an openly gay man. I guess I can understand that. I would be nervous too and these are my best friends.
Rita looks absolutely gorgeous in her maid of honor dress. She is wearing a very slim fitting purple dress with a very LIGHT sprinkling of sequins. YES THE SEQUINS LOOK GOOD ON THE DRESS! I KNOW THAT SEQUINS ARE WRONG AND ONLY MEANT FOR BEDAZZLER GUNS, BUT I PROMISE YOU IT LOOKS GREAT WITH THIS DRESS!
sorry for screaming at u.
The wedding is at 11am.
Kelly and I will leave around 7am to get on the 8am train to NJ. We will attend the ceremony, then take tons of pictures, eat and booze it up at the reception and then make our way to a fun filled, alcohol filled, evening at a hotel! I really can't think of a better way to be spending my weekend.
YAY JEANNIE! WHAT A HUGE DAY FOR YOU!
I am so proud to be going.
I guess that's it for now. It has been quite an interesting couple of days.
A good couple of days.
If I keep farting in my chair, I am bound to blow a hole right through the cushion.
Paul is gone.
Lately, these visits have been so quick that I have a hard time believing that he was ever here to begin with.
I had my interview at the Gap last night and it was so snores that I don't even know what to say about it. It was a group interview so I was stuck in a room with 10 other random people. There was one girl there that didn't speak any English and at one point she got so frustrated and upset that her eyes filled with tears and she said: "I got to go bathroom", grabbed her bag and bolted. It was sad. And also funny as shit.
Paul told me not to tell that story anymore cuz he thinks that there is no humor in people getting their feelings hurt.
Yeah ok Paul. That's the only thing that IS funny on this earth.
Sike.
sorta sike.
I now have to wait 48 hours to get a phone call from the Gap Management. If I don't hear from them, I don't get a second interview. Now...if I don't hear from them, am I really supposed to believe that the other 10 people in the room were more qualified than me?
Well, I guess that depends on if the Gap is looking for people who just recently obtained their GED, regardless of how old they are.
Cuz really.
After the interview, Paul was supposed to be waiting outside for me.
Of course he wasn't there. Thank God I had a calling card on me (you read that right, my po' ass don't got no cell phone). I called Paul and he was like: "Where are you?" I'm like: "Where are YOU?!!?!?" Turns out he was across the street at Aldo trying on shoes. I ran across the street to see Paul standing in the doorway of Aldo holding up two pairs of shoes and grinning ear to ear. I was like: "What are you DOING?" He had obviously sucked down a bottle of vodka in the half hour that he was waiting for me and I must admit, he looked fucking adorable standing there with his new shoes. I immediately called the shoes "womanly" and "hideous" and ushered him out of the store before he could waste more money on shoes he doesn't need.
After we got home, something bad happened.
We went to buy groceries for dinner and got into a bit of a fight over whether or not he was going to buy me "Hawaian Punch Fruit Chews". He didn't end up buying them for me because "Candy is bad for Joe. Not healthy enough".
So instead, he buys a roll of sugar cookies.
Um? Yeah.
Ah geez.
After we get home, I threw a temper tantrum because I didn't want my steak to be covered in mushrooms and gravy.
"But Joe, have I ever made anything that you didn't like?" "No Paul, you haven't. But gravy is something that makes me gag on sight." When my back was turned he slopped gravy onto everything and I started hissing like the gay snake that I am. I went into my room to chill out for a minute. When I came back out into the kitchen, I did something so stupid and regrettable. I embarrassed him in front of Rita by making fun of the fact that he just recently lost his internship. I don't know why I did it and I know that it is something that really upsets him. The minute I said it I wished I could have erased it and started over. Too late.
After that comment, he and I had a HUGE arguement full of slander and acid tongues at the kitchen table. Rita sat politely and quietly on the couch and I became increasingly more humiliated as the conversation went on. Eventually I just stopped speaking because I was horrified at where the conversation was going.
It was quite awful and I felt horrible for Rita for having to sit there and endure it all.
Fuck. It sucked.
I then went back in my room to chill out again.
After Rita came into my room to say goodnight, I went back out into the kitchen again and Paul and I worked shit out. For the most part. It was a rough hour and sometimes I wish I could exhibit more self-control in these type of situations. Especially with Paul.
Once dinner was over, we watched The Simpsons and then began to kiss and touch. It was incredibly romantic and I just laid back and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
The love making last night was so real and intense that when I orgasmed, I actually started to cry.
Now, I don't know if you have ever had a moment like that, but it is the scariest thing on the planet. Especially when you have been with someone for 3 years.
In all that amount of time, I may have cried once or twice in the moment of passion.
I felt so overwhelmed with love and understanding for him. It was so raw. He wiped my tears and kissed me on the forehead. It was one of the most beautiful moments we have ever had. Also, it was one of the best love making sessions I have had in my entire life, much less with Paul. We also discussed having sex and both decided that once he moves here, it will be one of the first things that we do together. It's been a long time coming, but I know it will be worth the wait.
Shortly after that we discussed the move for a while and then I crawled into his arms and fell into the deepest sleep of my life.
The night hours flew by faster than normal and we both woke up at 6am and mushed our bodies as tight together as we could.
I felt love and happiness corsing through my gay veins.
It was mind blowing. I reluctantly got out of bed to shower this morning and to save time I didn't even shave. As soon as I had my clothes back on, I jumped back into bed to hold him for 15 more minutes before I had to leave for work. I said goodbye at 8am and then made my way to the subway.
Bye Paul.
Having him move to NYC to be with me is just about the best thing that has happend to me in a long time. Not that good things haven't happened, but this is something that is not only going to change my life, but make it better. I have waited 3 years for this to happen and it is almost time!
I have been saying quick prayers all day that this new apartment will work out for him. I have been praying that he and I will be able to be candid with eachother, but still find a way to be respectful and helpful to eachother. Because I love him so much and because we have known one another so intimately for so long, it gets increasingly easier to whip out the acid tongue and say whatever is on our minds. I, for one, need to be careful. If I love him so much, then I have to make sure that I treat him well and that I cherish him, rather than cut him down.
Paul is my ghoulie and I am happier with him now than I have ever been. (big sigh)
In other news...
Jeannie will be married as of Saturday morning. I am still shocked by this whole event. She is 23 years old and is planning to spend the rest of her life with her husband, Rich. How does she know this at 23 when I don't know even know to be nice to my own boyfriend?
I am thrilled to be invited to this event and I am taking Kelly as my date. I did ask Paul originally, but he doesn't feel comfortable yet going to an event as an openly gay man. I guess I can understand that. I would be nervous too and these are my best friends.
Rita looks absolutely gorgeous in her maid of honor dress. She is wearing a very slim fitting purple dress with a very LIGHT sprinkling of sequins. YES THE SEQUINS LOOK GOOD ON THE DRESS! I KNOW THAT SEQUINS ARE WRONG AND ONLY MEANT FOR BEDAZZLER GUNS, BUT I PROMISE YOU IT LOOKS GREAT WITH THIS DRESS!
sorry for screaming at u.
The wedding is at 11am.
Kelly and I will leave around 7am to get on the 8am train to NJ. We will attend the ceremony, then take tons of pictures, eat and booze it up at the reception and then make our way to a fun filled, alcohol filled, evening at a hotel! I really can't think of a better way to be spending my weekend.
YAY JEANNIE! WHAT A HUGE DAY FOR YOU!
I am so proud to be going.
I guess that's it for now. It has been quite an interesting couple of days.
A good couple of days.
If I keep farting in my chair, I am bound to blow a hole right through the cushion.
