My guy is a funny one.
Intelligent. Handsome. Humorous. Direct. Dedicated.
He was studying when I arrived last night around 11:15. He went back to studying after a quick tumble between the sheets, and I had wrapped myself up in the comforter to sleep. He grabbed another comforter, climbed into bed, checked to make sure I wasn't cold. He did offer to turn on the heat if I was.
His apartment building is quite poorly insulated and the heat from the surrounding units does manage to keep the apartment fairly well heated through ambient means. When he returned from Europe, I commented about leaving the heat on in the apartment while he was away. (For all of his good points, there is deficit in attention to ancillary and incidental detail at times.) He had not left the heat on. I suppose there is something to be said for that third floor apartment in the winter.
I offered to go out and pick him up something to eat. He said that asking me to do so would be evil.
I told you he is a funny one.
His plan was to sleep for a bit and get back up and study more. This morning, I asked him if he had gotten back up. He hadn't but said he was wide awake at 3am and could not sleep. I suppose he would have gone back to his books had I not been there. The lamp on the desk at the bedside would have awakened me. I am certain that is the unsaid reason for not going back to his books.
Next time, I'll take along some knitting. Provided the stitch pattern isn't too complicated, it should be easily accomplished during 3am study sessions.
I have been delegated to obtain a copy of Hustle and Flow (the entire DVD collection having been forgotten in the hotel room in Germany - ADAD - Attention Deficit Ancillary Detail, lol) and a CD from an artist from Zimbabwe that he was listening to on the plane on the return flight.
He is a funny one.
We talked politics and the indifferent attitude of most Americans to the political process and the implications and ramifications thereof. Always a good way to start the day - politics. Better than sex any morning of the week... Have I mentioned that he's a funny one?
I was supposed to go and see him Monday night. I fell asleep and never made it. He said I was deliberately avoiding him for wanting sex. I told him that was mean and while not the case Monday, I was upset at him for calling me on Sunday and wanting to stop by and see me for an hour on his way home for sex. I reiterated, I am not a "booty call." "Ah, we have been together for too long for that now. We are well past that." The brief dissertation of Africans being event rather than time oriented ensued. It is the event that matters, not the time involved. "How long is sex?" "Ah, see. Then one hour is more than enough time." Some of those cultural differences and differences in perception remain shadowy areas to me.
He is a funny one.
And has been put on notice that we will be working on the modification of some of his regimens once school is over. I am not sure how seriously he took my statement to that effect. We shall see in another 10 months or so.
He is a funny one.
But he is mine.
And I am his.
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