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My stories are told out of order of events. But today I’m getting ready for work and if anything I’m a master of daily routine. I like the safety of knowing what’s next. Today is a grey suit, white french cuff shirt freshly pressed, my favorite gold cuff links, and now I’m in front of the standing mirror in my room, collar up attempting to tie my favorite lime green power tie from Express. It only takes me one try but I get the perfect dimple on the first attempt. The chicken and potatoes I prepared for lunch is done and packed, protein shake and snacks ready. Already had my daily two packs of oatmeal.
I look behind me into the mirror and I see B legs sleepy but looking up at me smiling. Her legs disappear into grey cotton boy shorts that come out from under my black Express button up collard shirt she put on last night to go to the bathroom. Unbuttoned, with my blanket between her legs she looks like a portrait of effortless cool. Our eyes connect and I smile back at her.
Right now I feel like a double agent, a bad guy playing the normal caring good guy. Trying on a new face. This is me attempting to get my Dexter on and she’s playing Rita Bennett perfectly but the whole thing ends in a bloody mess. I wonder how much longer I can keep this act up, ignore impulses, because if you do all the things nice guys who are bunned up do you’ll eventually become one. Winter is almost over. But there is some good here. I’ve noticed the slight changes in me and she does fit into my daily routine nicely. Moments like these are like sand. Even though I can already see the cracks and I know this wont last, seeing her laying like that is my favorite part of today.
I’ll go into work, some PM will bitch about funding he should have known would run out sooner than later on the project but he doesn’t bother to look at the monthly reports I send him. Some client will demand an all hands meeting because he doesn’t know how to read an invoice. My boss will find a way to give me two compliments on a project then at the end “suggest” a way I can improve it which will force us to in a completely different direction than was decided before. I’ll meet my the degenerate at the gym at 5:30 today we have shoulders and triceps. I took the steak out of the freezer to let it thaw out for dinner. I’ll watch Countdown with Keith Olberman then start working on a blog post but decide it sucks so I’ll watch some pornhub instead. I’m a master of daily routine
I put on the suit jacket, I slide in the pocket square and adjust my tie one more time. I walk over to the bed, she looks up smiling,
“Hunnneyyy, you look so handsome today, my handsome man, beijo beijo”
I kiss her lips, then her forehead and tell her I’ve got to go but she can stay as long as she wants. What does it matter, they never do.
nothing like hearing the portuguese lilt.
Our lil VK’s all growed up! Haha.
Word, homey. Do how you do. Being wifed up can be pleasant indeed. I’m figuring this out myself.
As part of your “better VK in 2010″ project - lose the Keith Olberman.
I love that store
Drop Keith Olberman, better yet — don’t watch fucking MSNBC.