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Saturday, February 26, 2005
I'm Coming Over
Yesterday Cr moved in at the exact same time that she was suffering severely from what looked like one of the worst possible hangovers ever. Typically Cr is gorgeous with a capital G, last night she looked gross with a capital G. I was dead tired from the night before so it was with no sadness that I watched Cr go to bed at 6:30 pm. In fact, I was in bed by 10:30. My phone rings a couple of times from people wondering what I was doing, where was I, etc. I let the answering machine pick up--I was NOT going out.

Then my phone rings at 11:45, waking me up from a dead sleep. I look at it, it's Matty calling. Hmm, interesting--I bet he missed me on Wednesday night. I pick up.
"Hello," my voice sounding manly and groggy.
"Are you sleeping?"
"I was."
"Well wake up cutie pie! I want to make you wet."
(How can I resist that offer?)
"Ok," I sit straight up and take an assessment of this situation--it is grim, "How long 'til you get here?"
"15 minutes, I down at ______, working."(I have no idea where he was because I wasn't paying attention. I was just glad that he wasn't at his house because it would've only given me five minutes)
"Uhh ok, the door will be open."
"Cool."
So I hop off my bed. I realize I haven't showered at all. I realize I haven't shaved my legs or 'ahem' anything else in a couple of days. I fly into the shower. At 12 am I'm shaving/scrubbing until there's no tomorrow. The only thing I didn't wash was my hair. I jump out of the shower and spray Febreeze into my hair, pulling it back into a pony tail. This was just going to have to do.
My phone rings again. 'Uh oh," I think to myself, 'guess he changed his mind?'
"Hello?"
"M. Since you didn't go out tonight I was thinking maybe you didn't uh spruce up, if you need more time let me know because I'm going to go down on you 'til you scream bloody murder. I don't want to sound like dick or anything. I just wanted you to know my intentions(hmm, his intentions sounded good to me!). But if you don't feel like showering though, I'd still go down on you after field hockey practice, I just wanted you comfortable and all."
(In high school the line, "She's so hot, I'd eat her out after field hockey practice," was bandied about quite often but I hadn't actually heard anyone use it since then. I was impressed that Matty used a variation on me...I need a life, because I'm easily impressed)

"Matty, all systems are go. I just got out of the shower. Speaking of which? Didn't you say you were coming from work? Do you want to shower here first?" (what are we the hygiene king and queen?)
"Nope, I stopped at home first, so I'll be there in five."

A couple minutes later I hear the door open.
"Hey Matty."
"Hey yourself. Why's Cr's car here?"
"She's living here now."
"Oh."
(I'm thinking by the time it took him to say oh, he was already planning a threesome for the future. Forget it.)

Matty moves to the basement door to I guess, assume the usual position on the futon. I grab his hand, "That's where she's sleeping tonight until her cats get comfy here...you know, what with the dogs and everything." He shrugs. This must be really busting his groove. We go upstairs.
"Are we both sober?" he asks
"I don't know if you are, but I am," I say.
"This is a first then."
"I guess so." (I now realize why we're usually drunk...because our conversation otherwise is far from scintilating)

Long story short. I'm glad I woke up for the phone call as usual. The only reason he left at whatever time he did was that he had to go to work this morning and someone was picking him up at his house. Whether that was an excuse or not, I could've cared less because I fell back asleep with a smile on my face, exhausted and glad that I had showered.

Chelle went to NY for the night but before she left she told me not to have fun without her. Sorry Chelle, I guess I lied when I said I wasn't going to be having any fun this Friday night.
posted by Melina at 7:53 AM