Resistance? Futile

I have a particular skill, characteristic to those of us in fiction-land and it's this: my delusions are absolutely true and they do happen. Wait. That was redundant. But I don't care.

The very next day, Brian followed me to work. So when I sat, facing my audience, he was in the back, beckoning me to come and be in his arms.

Next, he came and sat in my chair-and pulled me on top of him, so that I was in his lap.

It was a lucky thing that my audience couldn't see him.

We had left things unresolved. And it bothered me that a gay man would so relentlessly pursue me, as if I were something that he really wanted. Like Brian has ever really wanted anything, save a new account! So I ignored him. Eventually frustrated by my lack of response, he faded gracefully away. He'll probably be back tonight. And when he comes to me, in my bed, as I fall asleep, I will not be able to resist. Kind of like last night.

Last night, I had a date. I had decided that it was high time that I actually date someone I really like, whether or not this someone was appropriate for me or not. He was 27. I'm not.

Clarity. It came to me during a phone conversation with an "age appropriate for me" braggart, who was trying to impress me, but was failing miserably. The icing on the cake? An exasperated sigh when I mentioned a certain experiment. He assured me that he had "taken physics" and that I need not go on. Well. That was quite the smarmy little put down. And I had enough. I wasn't going to take it. So I called up A because I remembered that he had been nice and would NEVER say anything like that. A was a nice person. A person who had always treated me with kindness and respect. So I decided to ring him up. Plus I was hungry.

I had a big fat craving for a thick juicy sit down restaurant burger. We went to Crazee burger and it was rustic. Ordering at the counter and all.

But the burger? Relatively sublime. Not quite the burger of my fantasies, but just as well. A burger like that would have been entirely too caloric. This one was thick (but not too thick) and pink in the middle with just the right amount of tomato, onion and lettuce. Bibb, I believe it was. Of course, I has to discard the bun. It didn't appeal to me. I let my companion eat it. And there was a salad. Mostly iceburg, but very fresh. Pear cider. The perfect drink and it was the perfect amount to go with the amount of food I had. It evened out. Maybe it was a sign. A was incredibly cute with dark hair and eyes. And skin. Let's not forget the contrast between my marmoreal epidermis and his burnt bread color-very hot. Perhaps the two of us would "even out", so to speak, despite the age difference.

After dinner, we went to Von's to get bevvies to continue our drunky (my drunky, his slight, if EVEN buzz). First we had to go to the pastry department because there is nothing more sinful than a supermarket pastry department. I wanted to see and be turned on by all the various kinds of cakes, cookies, cupcakes and puddings.

The first thing that struck me were the chocolate chip cookies in the clear shiny boxes: oh so moist and tender! I was driven mad with desire. The chocolate chips evenly dotted the creamy textured cookie portion and made me want to open the box and slowly bite down into the cookie again and again, until it was gone.
My companion was struck with the fruit tarts, which were shiny with sugar glaze, but much of the fruit was askew and the cakes appeared lopsided. I wasn't feeling it. But then, I saw the shiny boxes of chocolate cake with white icing. I inhaled sharply, "Oh!"
"Do you want that?" he asked.
"Oh. Do I. DO I!" I exclaimed.
He put his hand out for the box, but I stopped him.
"No. I can't. I can only look."
"Okay," he took my hand.
"I, can't afford it," I told him. "All I can do is look."
He smiled. "Okay, let's go get the drinks,"
So we got the drinks and a tiny little serving of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Brownie ice cream, which, while sinful, I could afford to eat HALF of.

He later allowed me to eat most of the ice cream. And then, he took me upstairs for a ritual post prandial calorie burning.
Sublime. (What? What did you expect? I sleepy and I was full.) Resistance WAS futile.

Speaking of which, look who's here. Completely naked. In my bed (rolls eyes).

I told you he'd come.

Hugs and Love,

Hilda