A Friday that I was NOT expecting

I hoped to sleep like a few logs Thursday night as I will be finishing up being a temp employee on Friday (wherever I’m needed) but I only slept like 1 1/2 logs. Can’t tell you the amount of coffee I’ve had as I lost track. My brother texted me not long into the day to see if I could step in last night as a bus girl meets food runner so I said yes but I didn’t  have any clothes to change into. He said that he could ask his wife to buy a pair of blue jeans for me as well as a pair of socks (I will NOT wear another person’s socks even they’d been washed and bleached a million times) and he said that he’s got someone else’s non slips but I said I have a new pair as I thought that I needed them for a temp job. He asked what time I’d get out of work and about what time I’d get there. 

I said that I get out at 4:30 but with traffic I could get there between 5:15 and 5:30; he said that it wasn’t a problem and that he’s being the change of clothes for me with him when he returned to the restaurant. He thanked me for stepping in. I asked if the table numbers and their locations stayed the same - thankfully he said yes. 

As much as I enjoy being at this company as a temp employee but I’m looking forward to get out of here on time and then head to the restaurant. Since I still live an hour away from the restaurant, he’d let me pack up and leave between 8:45 and 9:15. Fingers crossed. 

I ended up taking a detour to get to the restaurant without being stuck in a ton of traffic and arrived at 5:20. I walked in through the back, went to my brother and hugged him; it’s been 2 years since I last saw him. Everyone is welcoming me back - at least the ones that were there when I was. I went to the office, closed the door and changed. Since my hair is just about shoulder length, I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and used hairspray to keep the hold. 

As people were coming in - slowly - I got plates of bread and EVOO ready and filled bottles with tap water. When needed, I set up buckets of ice with about a cup of water to be used for chilling wine and for those who wanted bottled sparkling water or bottled flat water (not tap water), I got those ready as well. 

It got pretty busy but not how it was was pre pandemic. A ton of customers recognized me and I them but I didn’t linger to talk with them. It was easy to tell that they wanted to catch up but I used the excuse that I was needed in the kitchen as my brother was “asking” for me. It was the perfect excuse….I didn’t really want to talk to them as I don’t officially work for my brother anymore.

When I got back into the kitchen when my phone rang. I looked at it and it was Vince so I immediately gave my phone to my brother. He said hello, heard what Vince had to say then he ripped Vince a new one yet again and then hung up. My brother handed me my phone back and asked me to wait for him in the office. 

Minutes later, he came over and was much more calm. He told me that Vince gave a brief synopsis of what the last few weeks were like between he and I. My brother asked me two questions…..1. Do I still love Vince? 2. Do I want to spend the rest of Vince’s life with him? I told him that those questions were easy as I’d say yes to both. He was not happy that I felt this way after he’d cheated on me. I did tell my brother that I demanded that Vince take a month or two to be single and figure out if he truly wanted to be with me. 

I could tell that my bro wasn’t thrilled that I still love Vince but he understood the history between Vince and I. My brother asked me to be careful, I promised I would be and said that if I need his help with Vince, he’d be my first call. He nodded and then got back to work. 

I started organizing my stuff so it’s be easier for me to head out and it only took a few minutes. Since I spent the previous night at my parents’, I texted them that I was going to Vince’s to talk more and that it’s likely that I’d spend the night in the spare room; they texted back thanking me for the heads up. 

It started getting busy again so I helped out more in the kitchen prepping bread, EVOO and water. By the time I had more set up, everything was taken out into the dining room. One of the bus boys took a few minutes to help me get more prepared as I’d fallen behind. We were talking in Spanish - his first language - and he couldn’t stop laughing because I’d forgotten so much in 2 years. 

I didn’t get to pack up and leave until a little bit after 9:30; I was a little disappointed BUT I did get fed! My brother fed me one of my favorite dishes, a glass of milk and asked where I was going after this. I just looked at him and he knew that I was going to Vince’s for the night…he made a face and asked the guys to pack another 2 of my favorite meals and 2 desserts to bring with me. He asked me if alcohol was needed but I told him that Vince had more than enough and I thanked him for the offer. I hugged him goodnight and left. A few of the guys hugged me as well when I headed out.

I texted Vince to let him know that I just got in my car and I should be there in about an hour as I had to pick up a few things before I actually got to his place. Went to a big box store to get a travel size bottle of contact solution (had a case to put the solution and contacts in), a mini travel bag that contained a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and deodorant, I grabbed 3 large bottles of water and few candy bars. 

Got back in my car and headed towards Vince’s, chugging one of the bottles waters. I turned the radio station to my favorite station and blared it. My body went on autopilot and had easy driving….at that time of night, there was very little traffic. It felt like that it took a few minutes. I gathered my things and headed to Vince’s front door…as I raise my hand to knock on the door, he opens the door, smiles at me, greeted me and let me in, collects my things from me and closed the door behind me. 

He heads off to put the food and water in the fridge, I take my shoes off at the door and I take my charger out of my purse and plug my phone in the kitchen. Once Vince is done with putting the food and the water away, he walked over to me, leaned down and kissed me on my mouth. I open my mouth to let him in and make my body flush with his. I wrapped both of my arms around his waist and matched him kiss for kiss.

I pull away and stepped away, catching my breath; my heart was beating fast. I went to excuse myself to the bathroom so I could take a shower. Panting as well, looking at me and nodded his head. It was clear to me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I ended up taking a long, hot shower trying to stay awake.

I get out, towel off and open up my new bag of mini travel items to take out my contacts and use the deodorant. I hung up the towel and put on one of his shirts. Once I was kinda dressed and ready, I went downstairs. 

Vince is at the bottom of the stairs - in just grey sweatpants - with a martini in his hand for me. This man is stunning. The glass is quite full so I take a few small sips of it so I didn’t spill it on my way to the couch. Seconds later, Vince joined me on the couch with a blanket, my phone and its charger, a martini glass for him and a medium sized pitcher with the remainder of the martini that he made. He moved the table closer, got situated on the couch and invited me to lean against him. I took him up on his offer and he covered us with the blanket. 

He leaned a smidge to get our martinis and a remote control for the CD player; Josh Groban was his selection. I looked up at him, happy with how we were at that moment. He looked at me, leaned down and kissed me with such passion. We both pulled away, finished our drinks, readjusted ourselves and resumed kissing…I reached down his sweatpants to his hard penis and started to stroke him. In no time, he climaxed in my hand. I got up to wash my hands. 

I headed back to the couch; I filled our glasses and I finished my third martini in no time while Vince is slowly drinking his second. I pour a fourth glass, go back into the kitchen to heat up the food my brother sent with me. As the food is in the microwave, Vince stealthily comes up behind, kisses my neck as he’s lifting the shirt I’m wearing; his hands are wandering all over my body. 

I turned around, taking the shirt off and kissing Vince like my life depended on it. I haul my fat ass up on the counter, he took off his sweatpants and he thrusted his hard penis in my apex. Seconds later, we climax together just before the microwave beeps. He pulls out and helps me off the counter. 

As I’m taking the food out of the microwave, he’s pouring rosé wine. I bring the food and utensils as he brings the wine glasses and the wine bottle. We eat and drink silence. We both knew that sex was technically off limits until he figures out what he really wants. He gets up and excuses himself to his bedroom. Ugh. I literally worked ALL day and now I’ve got to cleanup after we eat and drink. Bastard! 

Since it’s only a few things, the clean up is easy. I grab my phone, it’s charger and a large bottle of water out of the fridge. I check to make sure that all the windows and doors are closed and locked, I turn off the lights and head upstairs. 

I’m about to go into the spare room/guest bedroom, Vince comes from his room to tell me that I’m more than welcome to sleep with him - actually SLEEPING - in his room. I said ok; mentioned it was fine if he was the big spoon, holding me and that it was ok to kiss me….his penis wouldn’t be “allowed” to participate if you know what I mean! ;) He laughed and said it was fine. We went to bed and I thoroughly enjoyed being in his arms again; I’d die happy if I stayed in his arms. Before falling asleep, he pushed my hair off of my face, kissed me - slipped me some tongue - and said good night. He did behave during the night and no matter how many times I shifted, he kept me in his arms. 

He woke up early and made breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast…with coffee. I woke up by the scent of bacon so I immediately got up, brushed my teeth and put a shirt on. I called down to see if he needed help but he asked me to go back to bed as we’re having breakfast in bed. God damn. That made my apex wet. 

I did as he asked and by the time I was settled, he brought my tray of food and coffee up. He ran downstairs and washed my jeans, socks, panties and the shirt that has my brother’s restaurant’s name on it then he bounded up the stairs with his food. We ate our breakfast in silence. 

He brought the trays down, telling me that he didn’t need any help. I’m then given the opportunity to shower and put on one of his clean shirt instead of putting the shirt I wore to bed back on. He came back up and saw that I’d already showered so I took the clean shirt off and placed it on the bed and headed to the bathroom with him to shower together; we were kissing and our hands wandered all over the body of the other.

Before anything went further, I stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel I’d used 15 minutes before, toweled off and put the clean shirt back on. He gets out of the shower a few minutes later, towels off and throws on a pair of boxer briefs. He ran to the laundry room to put my stuff in the dryer and came back over to the living room. We started to read our books but we ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms until someone called Vince’s phone. He answered and greeted his divorce attorney. 

I immediately got up, got my stuff out of the dryer, got dressed and went through the condo to make sure I grabbed everything. I almost walked out without my purse - which has  my keys but I stepped back one step to grab my purse and left. About 8 minutes later, I was back at my parents’. They were glad that I was home and that I stood my ground with the man I love. 

I’d done some stuff around their house, hung out with my dogs in the back yard as it was a gorgeous day. Vince called later in the day - around 2:30 pm - to see if I wanted to have dinner with him and maybe spend the night.  I said yes, asked what time and then we got off the phone so I could pack a bag; yes, I packed my birth control as well as a few morning after pills…..just in case. 

I spent some more time with my dogs before I left and told my parents that I was sleeping over at Vince's again. They rolled their eyes and said ok.  As always, it didn’t take forever to get to his place. He’d texted me to let me know that he left the door unlocked for me so after I parked, grabbed my stuff and headed inside.

After dropping my stuff in Vince’s room, I found him in the kitchen pulling out an expensive bottle of wine from the fridge. As he turned from the fridge, he saw me. He put the wine on the counter so we could hug each other. A few seconds into our hug, he pulled away, rested a hand on my neck and started to kiss me. I kissed him right back. Minutes later, he pulls away, took me by my hand to me to his room. We stripped off our clothes and got on his bed. 

Our hands were wandering over each other’s body as we were kissing. Despite knowing that at this point, we shouldn’t be having sex…but I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. It didn’t take long for him to enter me. Vince was thrusting in and out of me like his life depended on it. A few minutes minutes later, Vince and I climaxed together. It took him several minutes to unload his essence inside of me.

I got up, put on my shirt, grabbed my phone and water and went to the spare room. I felt like an idiot as I told myself that I shouldn’t be sexually active with Vince until he fully works on him and his shit. Still didn’t stop me from loving him. I looked up at the clock on wall only to see that it was 11:30 pm. Ugh.

I pulled up a game from on my phone to pass some time. Unfortunately, that didn’t help much so I raided the fridge and grabbed one of the cheesecake slices that my brother packed up for Vince and I. I also grabbed chocolate syrup from the fridge…..I absolutely LOVE my brother’s cheesecake but I needed a little chocolate at the moment. 

So I plated the cheesecake, poured a ton of syrup on and started on the cheesecake. It was amazing as always and the syrup was a nice touch. While I was eating, I was contemplating whether or not that I should leave Vince’s; I was doing my best to not have sex with him but it happened twice. As I learned from watching a few episodes of the Golden Girls….it’s best to talk a problem out. I knew what I had to do; I had to wake up the old man...the very sexy old man. 

I scurried up to Vince’s room and woke him up. He wasn’t happy - clearly - but once he saw that I was serious, he sat straight up and turned on the lamp by his bed. He listened as I told him that I still love him so incredibly much but for us to get through the cheating shit and him figuring out what he wants, there can’t be any sex….I love having sex with him - and explained that to him….he wasn’t happy with no sex but he fully agreed with me. 

We ended up talking through most of the night; we talked about our expectations, what we wanted from the other as well as from the relationship, his idea of going to therapy alone as well as with me, etc. I agreed that he should go to therapy but I’d join only if he felt that the therapy was helping and us having better communication. I did tell him that at the end of the month or so - from when I told him to focus on himself - I may or may not decide if I’ll be with him. It wouldn’t matter how he progressed or how therapy was for him (and possibly with me) as I’ll be focusing on me and whether or not that I want a future with him. He was shocked but understood…..he knew that he fucked up big time with me. 

We talked until 4 am about everything, like what’s been going on with him, what’s been going on with me, job opportunities for me, his retirement, our favorite restaurants and whatnot. It felt good to start over even though it was at the crack of dawn.

I was exhausted and didn’t feel like going to the spare room so I stayed with Vince, wrapped up in his arms. I knew that this may not last forever but I’ll take it while it lasts. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep in my lover’s arms. 

We didn’t wake until 10 am this morning. I got up to shower as he ordered breakfast to be delivered. When I dressed, packed up my stuff into my bag and brought my bag down next to my purse. I then went into the kitchen to have coffee. Vince looked sexy with bed head hair. Before I grabbed a mug, I walked over to him and kissed him. He enveloped me in his arms and kissed me back, matching me kiss for kiss. 

The doorbell rang, interrupting us. He gets the door, thanking the driver and tipped him. Vince came back to the kitchen with food as I was pouring coffee for the both of us. He thanked me for making his coffee the way he likes, leaned down and kissed me; I wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled me closer. He pulled away a few minutes later so our coffee and food didn’t get cold.

Breakfast included pancakes, French toast, sausage links and pork roll. It was the perfect breakfast since we’d talked about important things just hours before. We ate in silence as he was reading the paper and I was responding to emails. After we finished eating, Vince cleaned up. 

We sat on the couch as we were stuffed. I’d fallen back asleep as I was in a food coma and had 2 nights of not sleeping well. I think he’d fallen asleep as well….we woke up around noon. I told Vince that I needed to go as I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow. He was sad to see me go as he wanted to spend more time with him (and I with him) but he understood. 

We kissed deeply and I left. I told him that I’d text him as I was prepping for tomorrow. 

I had so much laundry to do, went food shopping, picked out my clothes and made my lunch. I’ll be off to bed soon

Following up from last night

I woke up early this morning, had breakfast, took my birth control and took a shower. In the spare bedroom, I was going through the dresser drawers to see if I had left behind a set of clothes. Vince heard me banging around and came in the room with a set of spare clothes that I left 8 months ago. I thanked him, went to the bathroom to change. 

Once back downstairs, I checked online to see what the hours of operation was for Vince’s wife’s divorce attorney. They opened at 8:30 am. I checked the time on my phone and it showed 8:15.  I gathered all my things and left the condo without saying goodbye to Vince.

I headed to the office and thankfully it only took me 5 minutes to get there. Had to wait a few minutes before they opened but I gave them a few extra minutes. Around 8:35, I entered the building, greeted the receptionist, I introduce myself and I explained why I was there. The receptionist immediately got the attorney and he came over seconds later. 

We introduced ourselves to each other. I explained who I was and why I was there, showing the divorce papers. I asked if the divorce papers were real. The attorney checked out the papers and said that it’s real. I then asked if the wife’s signature is real and he said it is. I thanked him for his time and his patience then left; leaving him with both signatures on the divorce papers. From there, I went home. 

Since I had been staying with my parents for a few days, they looked at me and they asked what was up. I suggested that they talk to Vince since they're closer to him than I am right now but they mentioned that I just spent the night with him. I said that just because I spent the night at his place prior to dropping off his divorce papers does NOT mean that I am close to him. They were surprised that he was getting divorced. I told them to call him up and find out what's going so they did. 

I went upstairs to give them some privacy while they talked to him. I was halfway done with a book when they texted me to come down. So I went downstairs and sat down. They were shocked and appalled with Vince’s behavior - the cheating, the lying, the marriage and lying about the marriage. They asked me why I didn’t share this with them so I told them that I’m an adult and I don’t need to share EVERY little - or big - thing with them. When I left Vince, that was the adult thing to do. Spending last night with him and the other weekend were moments of weakness because I still love him very much despite moving on like 98%. 

They told me that they were told by him that I’d dropped off his divorce papers to her lawyers because I didn’t trust Vince to do it. I said that was true and if I didn’t, who knows how long they’d remain separated instead of getting divorced sooner. 

I told them that this conversation was not needed because I don’t want nor need their advice in regards of Vince because I already lived through it several other times with different guys I'd dated without ever telling them. They were shocked with this statement and wanted to have ANOTHER conversation and I said no way that conversation is happening because I grew up, moved on and I’m happy with where I am in life. I even told them that they don’t need to have any conversation with me about Vince’s behavior because I already lived through it. 

I went upstairs, packed my stuff and told them that I’m going back to my my place because 1. I’m an adult and I have my own place 2. I do NOT need to have a “serious” conversation about Vince (and others) cheating on me 3. IF I want advice, I’ll ask for it from them and 4. I do NOT appreciate unsolicited help/advice from anyone….even friends. 5. They get to play grandparents to my dogs for a bit. I said good bye and headed to my place.

I was glad the dogs were staying with my parents for another few weeks because I am starting a new job in a few days and I want to settle into the job before I’ll bring my dogs home. And of course, I’ll visit my dogs at my parents’ several times a week until I bring them home with me. 

I started my laundry and took a nap for a little bit. I woke up to a phone call - it was Vince’s divorce attorneys and her divorce attorneys. Talk about a surprise. They all wanted to know who I am and how I know both of them. I said tit was a long and complicated story but I gave them a pretty brief summary. 

I told them that I met Vince when I was 14 and a freshman in high school, he and I dated briefly 8 years later, he broke up with me, I helped his widowed sister in law for a bit, several years later he and I dated but mutually broke up and reconnected almost 3 years ago now, dated for about 18 months - including a quasi engagement - he asked me to marry him, I asked him to wait but he got married instead; later telling me we can wait on the marriage…to which I found out about 4 to 5 weeks after I broke up with him that he was already married to the wife for 3 to 4 weeks at that point, I cut him off, spent a sexy weekend with him but officially cut it off and in a moment of weakness, I spent the night with him that included sex. They were shocked with all this information. They thanked me for my help. 

I caught them both before they hung up. I asked why they wanted to know and they said that they wanted to verify what Vince had told them but he didn’t tell them about the quasi engagement though “he and I discussed it”. I sighed and called him a very sexy liar. They did an awkward laugh and thanked me for my time. I got up and my put my stuff in the dryer and ordered through DoorDash. 

My food arrived sooner than I expected but that was fine with me. I ate and cleaned up then put a movie in and relax for the evening. Part way through the movie, my dad called with he and my mom on speakerphone; they wanted to apologize to me for being overbearing. I laughed and said that they’ve always been overbearing but they NEED to cut it WAY back as I’m an adult. They apologized again and I accepted their apology. They said they had invited Vince to their place - where’s he’s at now - and they wanted him to come over so he and I could talk. I asked them to put him on the speaker with them. 

When he finally got to the phone, I explained that this is the last time that I want to hear his voice; I want nothing further to do with him BUT I’ll reassess in one to two months….I want him to grow up, focus on himself, learn to be single and appreciate being single and then figure out if he truly wants a future with me. Once I was done talking, he knew that without a doubt he wants a future with me. I laughed pretty hard and told him that he needs to take the time alone before he makes the decision. I mentioned that the diner that he and I bumped into last night will now let me know when he arrives and when he leaves and they will do the same with him in regards of me. 

I could tell that he was mad but it’s to prevent me from from going home with him again until he takes time on himself and until I decide if I want a future with him. We all said goodbye and I hung up. I got up and took the wine out of the freezer and poured a small glass, found my emergency stash of chocolate and finished the movie. 

I found my missing journal and wrote in it about the last 24 ish hours. It took forever to write what happened and how I felt during everything. It definitely helped me process everything. 

Now it’s time for dinner! 

There’s a special place in hell for me

I went to a local diner today to grab a early dinner and as I was heading out with my order, I bumped into Vince. I groaned. He asked me to wait for him. So I waited for him at my car and he came back a few minutes later inviting me to his place. I followed behind him and it only took 3 minutes to get to his place. I grabbed my phone, purse and food then followed him into his condo.

He offers to put my food in the fridge and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked if he had tequila and thankfully he did. He brought a glass with some ice and the bottle. When he left to put our food in the fridge, I drank shot after shot after shot. By the time he returned, I had drank 5 shots. 

We sat down and we had a few shots together; it went down hard for him but he did ok. Thankfully, he didn’t try to catch up to me. We didn’t talk at all. I stood up and walked over to him and then he stood up. I started massaging his dick over his pants. Vince couldn’t take it anymore and pulled away. I took the opportunity to take 2 more shots.

He grabs my hand and leads me to his room; as we pass the linen closet I stop and grab his worst looking towel - it was clean by the way - and met him in his room. He looked at the towel and instantly knew it was Shark Week.

It took 3 seconds for him to come over to me and he started kissing me. As we were kissing, we took our clothes off. I stepped to the bathroom for a second, washed my hands and returned. The towel was on the bed ready as was Vince. I asked him if he was sure and he said that he wanted me now more than ever before. 

I get on the bed, adjusted myself on the towel and spread my legs for Vince. In seconds, he’s sliding his hard penis in and out of my apex as hard as he can while squeezing and biting my tits. I scream his name - he completely lets go of his rigid personality, starts choking me and fucks me harder. I ask him to choke me harder but he looks worried - I tell him that it’s ok and that I’m going to be ok. He chokes me harder and I know that I’m about to pass out in seconds…. I tell him that I want him to finish in me before he brings me back. He nods his head yes, choking me firmly with both hands. I pass out soon afterwards.

I’ve got no clue how long I was out but I was realizing that I was incredibly sore when I woke up/came to. I look over to Vince but he’s sleeping. I kiss him to wake him up. He asked me what I wanted and I told him that I want to ride his hardening penis. He adjusts himself but before I slide down on his penis, he told me that I was out for about 15 minutes and that he finished in me four times…my nipples harden. I slide down his dick, he moans.

I don’t know how long I rode him but we finished together 4 or 5 times together; him filling me with his essence each time. I climbed off and laid down on my stomach. I feel Vince move around and then he spreads my legs a little bit and shoves his still hard dick in my apex. He fucks me hard and fast until I couldn’t scream his name anymore; he finished in me and then I fell asleep. 

A bit later, I get up, toss the towel in the laundry basket, fix myself up a little bit and put on my shirt. He comes back in with the bottle of tequila with two glasses; both glasses had ice. I’m taking more shots than he is - by then an hour went by and the bottle had maybe 4 shots left so I chugged the rest straight from the bottle. He puts the glasses and the empty bottle on his dresser, comes back to bed, pulls me closer and starts playing with my quite sore nipples. He takes the shirt off of me, lays me down on my back, lays on top of me so he could suck, bite and squeeze my tits.

I spread my legs for him. He tells me that I’m shit faced; I told him that I know but I didn’t care and that I need him deep in my apex. He asked if I was sure and I said yes. He flips me over, lifts up my hips and starts fucking me like it was his last night alive. Despite my saying ow, he keeps fucking me like we’re rabbits. When he’s finished shooting his essence in me for the last time that round, we fell asleep. 

Vince wakes me up by squeezing and biting my tits as hard as he can. I get up and head to the shower - he followed behind. When he got in the shower, I dropped to my knees and started sucking his hard dick; in no time he finished. I started washing my hair and took care of the rest of my body while he was just standing under the nozzle.

I get out, towel dry, take care of myself and put on one of his shirts. His sheets are fine but I toss them in the washer and started the load; I put fresh sheets on the bed and went to text my family to let them know where I was but they already sent me a text a few hours ago to let me know that Vince called them and told them that I was with him “talking” through our drama. What a lie, I told myself. I grab a morning after pill, went to the fridge, found a bottle of water and then took the pill; purposely leaving the small packaging on his kitchen counter. 

Realized that I was hungry so I heated up my food and ate dinner around 8:45 pm; I’d left the house to get my order at 4:15 so I could eat dinner around 4:45. After I ate, I had another bottle of water. I was too tired and too sore to drive home so I texted my family that I was sleeping over because I had too much to drink - it was the truth but not the full truth but they probably had an idea what we would do….they knew that in the past that Vince and I had a hard time keeping our hands off of the other. 

I raided my purse for the phone charger, plugged it into a socket by the comfiest couch, grabbed a blanket tossing it on the couch as I headed to the laundry room. The wash was done so I tossed the sheets into the dryer. When I got back into the kitchen, Vince was eating his dinner cold and chasing it with a beer. I went into the cabinet with the travel mugs, I found the biggest one and filled it with ice water, found a coaster and brought them to the living room. 

Before saying good night, I told him that we really needed to talk about what happened tonight. One weekend with him was forgiven but the one night after that - while he’s still married - is NOT forgiven. I sat down across from him after grabbing myself a canned cosmo. I asked him why he wanted me to come over and don’t bother trying to lie to me as as I know he’s the world’s WORST liar. He sighed. He said mostly to talk and partially to have sex again. I said that we had more sex than actually talking but he better start talking now.

He got up, grabbed something from one of the shelves on the miniature desk in the living room. He brought it over to me and asked me to open it. I was tired, cranky and not in the mood for this nonsense so I told him so. He asked me to simply open the large packet and read the first 3 pages but I was welcome to read the rest. 

Because he asked nicely, I opened it up and took out what I thought was just a packet of paper with some boring stuff. Once the paper was out, I dropped the envelope and then I realized how the papers were - in a clear plastic protective like folder (similar to what we used as book reports back in the day but more professional looking). I was beyond tired and really not in the mood to play games. I had an idea of what the papers were but I started to read; by the end of the first page, I realized that it was divorce papers. By page two, his wife’s name was the ‘plaintiff’ in the divorce proceedings and claimed that Vince was unfaithful to her. I read all 25 pages. At the bottom of the page, there was her signature as well as his. 

I looked up at him in surprise. He said that they tried counseling but that didn’t work, she wouldn’t sign any divorce papers he provided so he told her about his weekend with me. She realized then, he said, that he no longer loved her. She went to her divorce attorney, had the papers drawn up….she only requested one thing - to be able to switch back to her first husband’s last name. Vince signed immediately but wanted to show me before sending it in the mail. 

Her divorce attorney emailed Vince stating that the papers - once signed - could be dropped off either in office or by mail. Vince sent me the phone number so I used a search engine to see if the divorce attorney was legitimate and if he really had an office where he said it was; not only was the attorney legitimate but his office was on my way home from Vince’s. Since I still don’t trust Vince, I told him that I’d drop it off on my way home in the morning; it was easy to see that he wanted to do it himself but he knew that I don’t trust him.

I brought the papers to my car, put them in my trunk, locked my car and put my keys in my purse, Vince knowing full well that once he goes to his room, I’ll hide the keys from him so he won’t go into my trunk. 

Vince looked a little dejected but I didn’t care. I told him that just because he’s getting divorced does NOT mean that he and I will get back together because it won’t happen again…I have a higher chance of getting elected as a pope than ever trusting Vince again.

I wish him a good night and went to the living room to go to bed. I made a note in my phone to make an appointment with my doctor in 2 weeks - at the latest - to get blood work done to be tested for STD’s. 

I felt like I was being watched so I turned my head and saw Vince gazing at me with both love and lust for me…he was also waiting to see where I put my keys. Told him good night again. I followed slowly behind him go wait to hear his real snore. Once I heard him snoring, I waited 5 minutes and went back to the living room. I quietly took my keys from my purse to under the pillow that I’d be using tonight, I looped my Fitbit band through the keychain ring and then put the FitBit back on. 

I laid down a few hours ago and I’m now waiting for sleep to come.

Weird St Patrick's Day parade

Yesterday, I went to a small town – where I lived the first 10 years of my life – to see a St. Patrick’s Day parade. I should have dressed warmer but the parade is typically an hour long…and I should’ve left earlier to get a better parking space. Lesson learned for next time!

I hoofed it to the street where the parade was going to be in about 8 minutes, dropped some mail off at the post office and found a better spot much further up the street. I found a few people that I went to high school with and stood with them. We decided to mosey around to see if there was a space for the 3 of us. It took us a few minutes to find space for all of us. I was going to get all of us hot chocolate so my friends remained behind. We were chatting for a few minutes before I hear a VERY familiar voice. A voice so familiar that I had chills go down my spine.

“Hello, Deppgrl,” Vince said. “I’m so happy to see you here!”

“Vince, hi,” I replied. “I didn’t expect you see today.”

We step aside from the group so we could talk a little bit more freely. I told Vince that I was rather clear in my letter – and in returning his key – that we were NOT going to contact each other at all…forever. He said that he didn’t know I was going to be at the parade but he wanted tell me that he and his wife are now in therapy and it seems that it’s helping them out. I nodded my head and started to move back to my group when Vince grabbed me by my elbow to pull me back towards him. I stared at him like he was insane.

“What, Vince?” I asked. “There is absolutely NO reason for you to touch me. At all. We’re done. Do not seek me out ever again!”

I turned away and went back to the group I was with. They were curious to know what happened just now and what happened between us throughout the years. I didn’t want to ruin the afternoon to tell them EVERYTHING that’s happened on and off over the years. I sighed the biggest sigh that I’ve ever sighed.

“Here’s the thing, guys. I really don’t want to share every single detail but I’ll give you the Cliffs Notes of the Cliffs Notes of the Cliffs Notes. Back in the day when I was in high school, I met Vince and I was immediately drawn to him. About 4 years after I graduated, he and I bumped into each other and exchanged numbers, not long after we dated, met each other’s families – the whole shebang – he ended up breaking up with me because he felt that I was too young for him as there’s 19 years between us, but his brother was in an accident and died, I went to the viewing and the funeral - ending up moving to his brother’s and sister in law’s to be there for the kids, I moved out, and then we reconnected at a football game a few years later. We started dating but we ended it about a year later. Two years ago, we reconnected and for the last year and a half, we were together; he asked me to marry me but I asked him to wait BUT instead, he was anxious to get married so he married the woman that he was cheating on me with – or he was cheating on her with me - and I spent one weekend with him like 3 weeks ago and cut him out of my life. Told him that there wasn’t any need for us to be in each other’s lives anymore. Yes, we’re in a public place. Yes, he made me uncomfortable. No, I don’t think that he’s going to harm me. No, I don’t think that I need a restraining order.”

They were surprised of all that’s happened and a bit shocked; they had no idea what to say to all that. The 3 of us - my friends and I - we all went to the same high school. My male friend didn’t know how to respond as he was friends with both Vince and I; I told him that he doesn’t need to pick sides and that I am happy that he’s friends with both Vince and I. My female friend was in the high school for her junior and senior years and didn’t really know Vince that well and she knew of him. They were thankful that I shared that with them and I told them that I appreciate their support and that it didn’t really bother me that they remained friends with Vince.

When men are FROGS

I knew going into this sorta relationship with Matteo that one of us would get bored and rather quickly and that I would be the first one to get bored (I wasn't terribly invested anyways....I did care deeply for him though!). I was wrong with who'd get bored first and it was Matteo.

I wasn't terribly surprised as he had laid his emotions on me thick and fast. He was sorta pulling away Sunday night when I got home but I knew it was actually last Friday morning that he started to pull away. He knew that after a few hours at home, I would be ok to return to the hospital but as he mentioned this morning that after he "suggested" that I go home, he knew that he was moving to fast on our first date together. He acknowledged that the past few weekends were definitely TOO fast. I was quite hurt that I had infested my time and my money into a relationship that would end in ~3 weeks. Was I mad or offended? Not offended but I was a bit mad and hurt. I was beginning to like him more than a friend but I didn't think that it would turn into a LONG dating relationship anyway. 

Brick was happy AND mad that my relationship with his nephew ended. He was happy that I wouldn't have to be hurt later on (he also kind of hoped that he and I would actually date but that'd be a negative) but also hurt that his nephew pulled away from me so fast. As usual, my parents were rather disappointed that nothing more serious came out of the relationship. He was one of the few guys who they actually liked. 

It hurts a bit but not enough where it'll stop me from moving on. Matteo was who I needed when I needed to get over Vince...and I am grateful for that.

Matteo

I’ve been in contact with Matteo since late afternoon on Sunday. On Wednesday afternoon, he called me to let me know that he had left work earlier that morning feeling sick and he feared that it was Covid because of his symptoms. I asked if he had made an appointment with his doctor for later that day and he said that he did. I then asked him if he wanted me to drive him over. He said that he didn't want to risk my health but I told him that I already had it recently and have the antibodies so I am fine. He said that it was ok then for me to bring him to the doctor.

I got dressed, packed a few days worth of clothes and then brought the dogs over to my parents' place so they could be spoiled rotten; even more spoiled than usual. I explained what was going on and they wished me luck as they gave me a bunch of masks. As soon as I got back in my car, I texted Matteo to let him know that I was on my way and that I'd get there as soon as I could. Thankfully, I knew a short cut to get to his place. I got out of my car and rushed into Matteo's place; I knew that he'd leave the door unlocked for me. As I walked in, I put my mask on to make him feel more comfortable as he thought he'd get me super sick. I grab his keys, he grabs his wallet and we head to his car.

He gave me directions to get the doctors office; minutes later we arrive and he called the office to let him know that he was there; he was instructed to stay in the car, they asked if he had someone with him, they could go in and get paperwork for him to fill out. I went in and said that I was there to get paperwork for Matteo to fill out. I started to hand them his insurance card, they just asked me to confirm that he was the card holder, the Member ID and a few other things listed on the card. I headed back to the car where Matteo had fallen asleep. He woke up the second that I opened the door and he filled out the paperwork quickly. I ran back into the office to hand off the paperwork; they said that they'd be out in a minute with a test.

I head back out to the car and wake up Matteo again as he'd fallen asleep. A moment later a nurse came out with the test and stuck what needed to be stuck up Matteo’s nose. Matteo wasn’t thrilled with the stuffing things up his nose but he knew that it needed to be done. The nurse said that she is going to process the test and will call him when it’s time. 

Matteo was fine with that. As the nurse left, Matteo gave me his phone to answer while he napped. Poor guy sounded worse as time went by; sounded like he had a bad cold AND the flu at the same time. I took my jacket off and laid it across his lap as he was wearing his and seconds later, he fell asleep. I was able to get out of the car and close the door quietly…he needed to sleep. 

I don’t remember what time the nurse performed the test and I wasn’t watching my Fitbit for the time. I started thinking about last weekend and how I should move on from there: 

The pros were: he cares a ton about me, he acts like a gentleman ALL the time, he’s kind, he’s generous (with his time, his money and with sex), he’s smart and he’d have adorable babies….if he decided to have kids with whomever he is with at the time.

The cons were: his lack of talking TO me about my interests (remember how he talked to my fam and friends to find out more about me), his short temper (I’ve got one as well!), he’s about sports 24/7, he’s my neighbor Brick’s nephew, and sometimes he’s too quiet for my liking. 

Matteo’s phone rings and brings me back. I answer his phone and let the nurse know that I’ll wake him up. I get in the car to wake Matteo up; I say his name, nothing. I shake him, nothing. I kiss him, he wakes up and takes his phone back. I couldn’t hear what the nurse said but by looking at Matteo, I could tell that he was tested positive. He groaned. The nurse said that it took time to call him to give him the results as the doctor was calling around to different pharmacies to find out if they had the medication that prevents the virus from mutating and replicating. They’d found a pharmacy 5 minutes from their office; they said it might take about 30 minutes or so to fill, but we can head there and wait. 

He asked the nurse if he should take cold medicine to help relieve the symptoms and up his vitamin c intake. The nurse said that the cold medicine would help as well as acetaminophen and although it isn’t proven that vitamin c would help fight against the virus BUT it would be a good idea to build his immune system up. He thanked the nurse and they got off the phone.

He turned to face me. He relayed what the nurse said. I asked if he wanted me to drive him home and then I head to the pharmacy but he said that he’d wait in the car for me. Since I know where the pharmacy is, I tell Matteo to close his eyes and rest while I take care of everything. Before he nods off, he hands me his wallet, he tells me to use his credit card and to make sure that the pharmacy uses his insurance card. I said ok and off we went. 

Matteo was out cold before leaving the doctors office parking lot. When we got there, I parked further away so it would be quieter for him; I did crack two windows a pinch so he could get fresh air. I walk in and head straight to the pharmacy department and let the pharmacy techs know that I’m here for Matteo’s medication and that they can take their time as I know they’re busy. They told me that it’d be about 20 to 30 minutes as they were a little delayed and I told them that it was ok.

I go to the pain med aisle to browse the different brands of cold meds and the different types of vitamin c. I remembered Matteo’s symptoms and that helped me find the right one; I grab two packages as it’s buy one get one free. I take 10 of my steps to the right to check out the vitamin c. I remembered that the MAXIMUM daily amount of vitamin c is 1,000 mg per day. I found a bottle of 30 capsules count that had 1,000 mg capsules. Perfect!!

Since there’s still time so I check out the nail polish. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything fun or exciting color wise. I head over to the drinks to grab a large bottle of cold water and make my way over to the pharmacy. When I walk up, one of the techs grabs Matteo’s bag and starts to ring me up. The tech offered to ring up my other items and I said that if they’ve got time, if not I can go to the main register. The tech said since I have 3 other things it isn’t a problem. I smiled and thanked the tech. Thankfully, Matteo’s insurance covers the medication 100%. 

As I head to his car, I texted Matteo to let him know that I was heading to his car. He didn’t respond so I figured that he was still asleep. Before I open the door, I text him again to let him know that I was going to open the door. He wakes up and sees me. I open the door and I hand him the bag; as I’m driving to his place, he was reading about his medication so he knew what’s going on with it. 

Although he didn’t like the side effects of the medication, he said that he’d take it anyway.  He takes a sip of the water and takes 2 pills (2 pills twice a day), gathered everything and put it in the plastic bag.

We get to his place, enter and he plops on the couch. I grab a banana, a glass of juice, a vitamin c and 2 cold med pills. He made a face but took the pills and juice from me. He begrudgingly took the pills and ate the banana. I asked if there was anything I could help with before he took a nap. He said that he needs help a shower and grinned like a Cheshire cat. I laughed. 

He got up to clean up after himself. We head upstairs, I dump my bag in his room and undress. He was in the bathroom getting the bathroom/shower ready; I walk in in my birthday suit, wrap my arms around him from behind. He turned around, surprised to see me naked and not wearing my mask. I told him that a mask would be useless in the shower and he laughed and agreed with me.

He strips his clothes, leaving his clothes in the corner by the door. I grab a few towels from the linen closet, I entered the shower and he followed suit. He wanted to fool around but I told him to wait until we get out of the shower as I’d fall and break something if we were in the shower fooling around…thankfully he agreed. 

We get out and towel off and walk to his room; he dumped his clothes in his hamper. We get in bed and begin to kiss but he pulls away…I ask what’s wrong, he said that he’d get me sick and that he’d be beside himself if I got Covid from him. I told him to suck it up and start kissing me again. 

He adjusts himself between my legs and enters my apex; I moan his name over and over again. I nibble his ear, he screams my name and thrusts harder in me. I wrap my legs around his waist to bring him closer to me. Matteo can barely control himself anymore and starts to ravish me. We’re both moaning each other’s names and we climax together seconds later. 

Matteo rolls off of me, lays next to me and falls asleep. I untangle myself from his arms, get dressed, hang the towels in the bathroom and start making dinner. Despite him not being a soup person, I made chicken noodle soup with extra chicken and extra noodles. Chicken soup has been medically proven to be effective in making people feel better.

For the broth, I started with chicken broth, chicken stock and a small chicken bouillon, cut up carrots, onions and celery. As it’s simmering, I cut up raw chicken breasts, cut up green beans, and cut broccoli into small pieces. In a separate pot, I make brown rice to be added to the soup. I start the oven, prepare two garlic bulbs to be roasted and put the cooking tray aside until the oven comes up to temp.

I add salt, pepper, dried parsley flakes and a few pinches of garlic powder. I put the chicken, carrots, onions and celery into the soup. Once the oven is up to temp, I pour extra virgin olive oil on the halved garlic bulbs and toss the cooking tray into the oven for about 35 minutes.

As the soup and and garlic are working, I check the freezer to see if there’s anything I can either add to the soup or to supplement dinner. I see a loaf of Italian bread so I take it out and let it thaw on the counter. I immediately take butter out of the fridge, soften it a little bit in the microwave. The timer for the garlic went so I took out the tray, spooned out the garlic into a bowl and toss it in the fridge to cool.

I pull two boxes of pasta from the pantry and open the boxes. I hear some banging around. Matteo must be up from the nap and is banging around. He comes down a few minutes later. He heard me in the kitchen and came in; he walked up behind me and put his arms around me, kissing my neck. I smiled and turned around, kissing him. He asked if I needed help, I said that I did; I asked him to take the roasted garlic out of the fridge and add it to the semi softened butter, which he did happily, and put it back into the fridge.

I toss the pasta - elbow macaroni - into the soup. I set the timer and sliced the bread. I placed the bread in the toaster when there was a minute or two left on the timer for the soup. Both Matteo and I taste the soup….we both agree that it needed a little bit more of salt. 

The toaster timer went off. I pulled the bread out, spread the garlic butter on the toast and plated the toast. Matteo grabbed some bowls and handed them to me. As I was scooping the soup into the bowls, he set the table. I brought over the bowls and he brought over wine for me and water for himself as well his medication that we picked up today. 

Matteo absolutely LOVED the soup and had three bowls. He also loved the garlic butter on the bread; his wish was that there was more garlic. After we ate, I suggest to Matteo to go watch some sports as I cleaned up the kitchen. It didn’t take long as I cleaned up as I cooked and started the dishwasher. 

I pour myself my fifth glass of wine and entered the living room. Matteo is intently watching his favorite sports but barely keeping his eyes open. I place my glass on the coffee table in front of the couch Matteo is on, grabbed a heavy blanket and went back over to the couch. Before I sat down, I ran to the bathroom. 

I moved my wine glass to the table next to the empty end of the couch. I sit down, got adjusted and asked if Matteo wanted to rest his head on my lap; he agreed. He went to the smaller couch to get a throw pillow to put on my lap before putting his head on my lap. He adjusts the blanket on him and falls asleep in seconds. I changed the channel to a classic movie channel; it’s playing my favorite Italian family trilogy…the first one was on now. 

Halfway through the second movie, Matteo wakes up with a fever of 102* F. I immediately grab water and a bottle of a pain reliever/fever reducer; I poured 2 into Matteo’s hand and he takes them with the water. I call his doctors office to see if there’s a covering doctor at this time of night and thankfully there is. I explained everything to the doctor…the doctor said to bring him to the ER and that the doctor would meet us there. 

I grab us each 3 sets of clothes, our phones, their chargers and his wallet; we almost walked out without my purse so I ran in to grab it as well as an ice pack. Matteo got into the backseat, laid flat out and placed the ice pack on the base of his neck; I get in and drive as fast as I could to the ER…at that time of night/morning, no one was on the road and thankfully there weren’t any police in sight.

I pull up immediately to the ER entrance, I run in throwing my mask on looking for Matteo’s doctor. He entered the ER after I did and he asked/demanded a gurney. Both the doctor and I gently took Matteo out of the car and onto the gurney; the doctor tells me to ask for him after I park the car.

I park, grab my purse, the bag of our clothes, our phones and chargers. I jog into the ER asking for Matteo’s doctor and the ER nurse brings me into Matteo’s room; he’s been hooked up to an IV. The doctor comes in and explains that not only does Matteo have Covid but he also has an underlying infection and they’re running tests to see what it is. I ask what’s in the IV so the doctor tells me that it’s saline, acetaminophen (hospital grade) and a broad spectrum antibiotic. 

I place my purse and the bag into the closet and then the monitor goes off; I turn around, rushing to Matteo’s side….he’s having a seizure. I lean my head out of the room and scream “Code Blue”. Doctors and nurses come running in surrounding Matteo. They were speaking so fast that I couldn’t follow nor understand what they were saying. They injected something to his IV and he stops seizing. 

They check his temper; it went up to 104*F. The doctor looks  at me, tells me that the nurses were grabbing ice packs to help cool down Matteo’s fever/body temperatures and they’re going to monitor him. I asked if I could spend the night with Matteo. The doctor asked me if I had the Covid vaccine; I told him that I was vaccinated and boosted. The doctor said it was fine and that he’d bring in several air purifiers into the room so Matteo and I could be unmasked. 

I thanked the doctor and said that I’ll sleep in the chair, I didn’t need anything fancy. The doctor looked at me, asked me my name so I told him. He said that Matteo’s talked highly about me many times over the years and that whatever Matteo and I needed, we’d get it…he’d make sure that the staff taking care of Matteo would be aware of this. Without even thinking, I hugged the doctor.

He hugged me back and left Matteo and I alone. I changed into an old shirt that I permanently borrowed from Matteo and climbed into the hospital bed; at this point, the ice packs have been removed so there was space for the two of us. In seconds, I fall into a deep sleep.

I didn’t hear the nurses come in at 6:30 am for Matteo’s vitals. Around 8 am, he’s woken up by the nurse so he can eat and have fluids. After he ate, he put his arms around me and he fell back asleep. We wake up around 10:30 am and Matteo asked me why he’s in the hospital. He didn’t know why and he didn’t think to ask the staff earlier. 

I sat straight up in shock that no one told him. I told him that half way through the second of the third movie of my favorite Italian trilogy, he had a fever of 102, I called the doctor who told me to bring him to the ER, he had a seizure due to his higher fever and the doctor thought he had to have an underlying infection. He was stunned; he remembered getting jostled around but he’d thought it was a dream. 

The doctor comes in and I head to the bathroom to shower, dress and brush my teeth. By the time I get out, I notice Brick and my parents. Brick brought more clothes as did my parents for me. I closed the door and we all took our masks off. The doctor explained everything and said that Matteo has a mild case of Covid - not as bad as we thought and we’d all be ok (except for Brick) because we have immunity since we all had Covid - and he also has undiagnosed atypical (walking) pneumonia but it’ll be confirmed once he has a chest X-ray. Once they get the X-rays, they’ll know better of how to treat Matteo. We’ve all been vaccinated against pneumonia - except for Matteo. 

We all sit around Matteo and talk for a little bit before he’s brought down for the X-ray; I’m invited to go with with him. I look at Brick and he tells me to go; in that very brief second, my parents found out that I was ‘with’ Brick. I was happy to escape to go with Matteo down to radiology. 

Thankfully, they had everything set up for Matteo and it didn’t take long for the X-rays to be taken and we headed back up to his room. Matteo gets in his room and wants to spend time with his uncle. My parents and I go to the cafeteria to get something to eat. They asked about the thing with Brick and they admitted that they had an idea. I told them that they’d eventually find out and that they be disappointed in me. They giggled and asked me WHY I was with Brick. I laughed and said that he and I were both a little bored and we were looking for ‘adult interaction’ that both of us were missing. They weren’t happy but they’ll get over it. I did share that Brick was a mix of mad and jealous of Matteo because Brick had fallen for me unintentionally although he knew that whatever he and I had was platonic. 

We go back up to the room. Brick walked over to my parents and told them just about everything; even that he’d fallen for me. They told him that they and I had just had this conversation and that they’re glad that it was with someone I’ve known forever. He apologized to them for going behind their backs but they brushed the apology off because both Brick and I are consenting adults.

It doesn't take long for the doctor to come back with the X-rays and the answer. He did have walking pneumonia and the doctor offered all of us out pneumonia shots but we all declined except for Matteo as he thought that it would be beneficial in case he contracts pneumonia again; typically, doctors wait until the patient is healthy before getting the pneumonia shot but his doctor thought that it would be convenient since he's in the hospital now. While the doctor was with us, he said that a nurse should be on their way any moment with a change of antibiotics for Matteo. He was on penicillin but the doctor changed it to a macrolide antibiotic that does treat pneumonia. Before leaving the room, the doctor asked if Matteo needed anything but he said he was fine and that he wants to get out of the hospital as soon as he can. The doctor nodded and then left being followed by Brick and my parents.

The nurse came in with the new antibiotic and thankfully it was in the tablet form instead of being added to his IV. As soon as he took the medication, the nurse left. I get back onto the bed with Matteo and we nap. I get woken up by a bad dream I had - wish I could remember what it was but I can’t - and started hyperventilating; an anxiety attack was coming on. I felt the world closing in on me, I started shaking, had heart palpitations, had tunnel vision and started sweating. 

Matteo woke up in the middle of my attack, rang the button for the nurse and one came running. Once she saw me, she went to the doctor and the doctor came running in. The doctor  was trying to talk to me to help me calm down. Nothing helped at all. The nurse came back with an oxygen tank to help me…after a few minutes it did help.

Everything finally settled down, the nurse and the doctor left, leaving Matteo, myself and the oxygen. Thankfully the oxygen was a nasal cannula so we could speak and not having me repeat myself like I would if I had the mask that went over my mouth. Matteo did ask me what caused the attack and I honestly didn’t know. I looked at him pleadingly to end the conversation. He got the point and changed the subject, thankfully.

The day goes by, the hospital staff came in to check on Matteo, his vitals and checked up on me. I finally was able to stop using the oxygen and the doctor said that Matteo needed to stay another night at the hospital to make sure that he doesn’t spike another high fever and make sure that he doesn’t have another seizure. I spent Thursday night with Matteo - again sleeping in the same bed as him. 

By Friday morning, Matteo was feeling much better, thankfully. He knew that my anxiety attack rattled me so after I showered, he suggested that I go home and he'll have his uncle spend the next few days with him. I wanted to stay with him - he knew that - but he said that he'd rather me be home so I can rest and become borderline reclusive so I can rest.

I went home to take a much needed nap. A few hours later, I woke up, had lunch, grabbed a book and headed to the couch so I could read for a bit. I called Matteo to let him know that I did, indeed, nap and that I was going to read for a bit. He was happy that I did nap, happy that I ate lunch and that I was going to relax a bit. He said that he'd rather me with him instead of his uncle but he knew that I needed self care. I thought it was sweet that he'd rather me there but it's also important to have relatives to spend time with you as well. Thankfully, he was feeling better and said that he should be released that day or on Saturday - the following day.

I was getting a little listless and started cleaning my place; I even cleaned the areas that were already clean! Dusting, running the dishwasher, vacuuming and cleaning the kitchen were high on my priority list. I wasn't in the mood to do any cleaning but I knew if I did, the dishes and the dust would pile on and I much prefer a clean house in comparison to a messy/dirty house. It didn't take terribly long to clean the house and by the time I was done and plopped on the couch, Matteo called me to let me know that he was coming home that night! I was happy that he'd be coming home. He said that Brick would be bringing him home and that I should meet them in an hour there.

I showered again, putting on matching panties and bra and put on my usual jeans, t-shirt, sweatshirt and crocs on as well. I go for comfort instead of looking good. When I finally arrived, Brick and Matteo had arrived 15 minutes before me; they even went food shopping. I let myself in, greet them both and head to Matteo. I sit down on the couch next to him, ask him how he's feeling, see what he'd like to eat and ask what the doctor recommended. He said that the doctor recommended that he take 2 full weeks off because of the diagnosis of Covid and the pneumonia - he already submitted his doctor's note to the school - he said that he's feeling better and he's got three weeks of antibiotics and more of the medicine to help prevent Covid from replicating, he's allowed to take either cold medicine, ibuprofen OR acetaminophen to help the symptoms of Covid and it was recommended that he drink lots of fluids. I asked him what he'd like for dinner and he said that he wanted my lasagna. I asked if he and Brick purchased what I needed and they both were sure that they got everything. 

I checked the fridge for eggs, mozzarella cheese and ricotta cheese as well as the ingredients for meatballs and the ingredients for making my homemade sauce. They got the eggs, both cheeses, everything that I needed for the meatballs, the oven ready pasta and three jars of store bought sauce. I can't complain as the homemade sauce takes me HOURS to make. It took me no time to get a pot to put the jars of store bought sauce to bring up to temp and to added more flavor to it, made the meatballs, tossed them into the sauce, found a baking pan for the lasagna, made the ricotta cheese ingredients - ricotta cheese, an egg, parmesan Reggiano cheese, dried basil, dried parsley and 1/8 of a teaspoon of garlic salt; thankfully it took less than 10 minutes to make. 

I grabbed the mozzarella cheese and noticed that there were THREE blocks so I decided to use two blocks. I sliced them both into 1/4 inch slices. I spooned the sauce into the bottom of the pan, placed the oven ready lasagna noodles, put the ricotta cheese on top, grabbed a few meatballs to cut up and to put on top of the ricotta cheese, and placed some mozzarella cheese. I repeat the process of lasagna noodles, ricotta cheese, meatballs and mozzarella cheese four more times. For the top layer, it was the lasagna noodles, plenty of sauce and mozzarella cheese. I covered it in foil and placed in a 350* F oven for 30 minutes, took it out, got rid of the foil and placed back in the oven for another 20 minutes.

Brick asked if he could set the table for me, I said yes and thanked him. He took care of the table in a few minutes, grabbed three wine glassed and some white wine; he placed a wet paper towel on the bottle and tossed the bottle into the freezer....the trick that I taught him to cool wine down faster.. After the timer went off for the lasagna, I took it out to check it; it was ready. I was going to let it rest for 10/15 minutes...this way the wine had more time to chill and give Matteo time to wake up from a nap and get dressed. In the mean time, I texted the doctor to see if it was ok for Matteo to have wine with dinner - the doctor said it was fine but make sure that he doesn't drink more than 12 oz. of wine. I thanked him and wished him a good night.

As Matteo came downstairs, Brick checked to see if the wine was chilled enough but it wasn't. I told Brick not to worry as Matteo has cold grapes that we could toss into our glasses to cool the wine down more. I grabbed the wine glasses and tossed in grapes, poured the wine, tossed the wine back into the freezer and headed back to the table. I cut into the lasagna and thankfully it had set in less time than it needed. I gave them both big portions and gave myself half of what they had on their plates.

When we were eating, I was prattling along as they were stuffing their mouths with the lasagna; they barely came up for air and wine. I was happy they were enjoying the lasagna but I knew that they'd love it more if I had made homemade sauce. I realized just then that they also bought Italian bread so I got up - grabbing my plate so they wouldn't eat my piece of lasagna! - cut up the bread, put some sauce in a small bowl with a ladle and brought everything back to the table. Of course, they took a ton of bread but I managed to get several slices - ok, maybe 5 slices! - and finished eating dinner. The "boys" were stuffed and headed to the living room to catch up on a sports game and no, I didn't care which one! 

As I was cleaning up, I cut a small piece of lasagna for me before putting the rest in a larger container. I found another container to put the rest of the sauce and the meatballs in. Once both were full, I put them in the fridge and then I scrounged around in the pantry and the freezer to see if I can find something to make for dessert. I was able to find what I was looking for! I found chocolate chips, flour, sugar, dark brown sugar, eggs, vanilla, baking powder, baking soda and salt. In no time, I was whipping up a large amount of cookie dough. Before spooning the dough on to the cooking sheet, I checked in on the guys and they were out cold. 

Headed back into the kitchen to make cookies. I was thankful/happy to see that Matteo had 6 cooking trays. I was able to put 3 cooking trays in the oven at a time; which gave me time to fill up the remaining three. As I pulled the cookies out of the oven, I placed them on wax paper to cool; to help, I put on the ceiling fan. I repeated this process 4 times, I put some cooled down cookies in a container for me to bring home. Once all the cookies were done and cooling off, I placed everything from dinner and everything from baking cookies into the dishwasher and made it run on a quick wash. 

I raided the fridge again to see if I could find milk and I did; it wasn't organic but still better than no milk! I grabbed 3 glasses and 3 plates; filled them with milk and a ton of cookies. I brought in their glasses of milk and then made a second trip with their plates of cookies. They were still out cold so I woke them up. Of course, they scarfed the cookies and chased them with milk. I grabbed their glasses and plates. By this time, the dishwasher was done so I unloaded it. I scrounged around the panty for the umpteenth time. I found 3 boxes of brownie mix. I immediately checked if there was any ice cream and chocolate syrup. There was both vanilla and chocolate ice cream AND chocolate syrup. I used the now cleaned pan from the lasagna and found 2 other baking pans. I greased the pans and made the three boxes of brownie mix in a MASSIVE bowl; divvied up the batter in all 3 pans and cooked them all at the same time. While the brownies were cooking, I cleaned up the kitchen. 

I checked on the guys again, they were out cold. Guessed they didn't sleep well at the hospital.....so I let them sleep - let sleeping dogs (or sleeping men) sleep - and I stayed in the kitchen. I was texting my best friend and my mom to keep them posted on what's going on. The timer went off and took all 3 pans out to cool. I ran to the bathroom and came back (yes, I wash my hands every time!) and tossed the pans in the freezer for 15 minutes to help cool down; it helps enough but doesn't completely cool down the brownies. I cut brownies, placed some in a container for me to bring home, placed more in another container for Matteo to keep here at his place and put 3 decent sized brownies in bowls. 

Once the brownies were in the bowls, spoons placed in the bowls and the two ice cream flavors were out, I went to wake up the guys to ask if they preferred either chocolate ice cream or vanilla ice cream. They said that they love both and wanted both. Back into the kitchen I went and scooped both vanilla and chocolate ice cream in all the bowls, and squirted a ton of syrup into the bowls. I brought their bowls and napkins out to them before returning with mine. Since they were mostly stuffed, it took them a few minutes to finish.

I gathered the bowls and placed them as well as the pans into the dishwasher in a quick run and hung out with Matteo and Brick for a little bit before heading home. I packed up my purse, emptied the dishwasher, grabbed "my" containers of leftovers and put them in a bag. I went to Matteo and kissed him goodbye, hugged Brick goodbye and headed out. Thankfully it took 20 minutes to get home. My dogs were with my parents getting spoiled.

I texted Matteo to let him know I arrived home as well as doing the same for my best friend and my mom. I unpacked my leftovers, took out my contacts, took my make up off, changed into my pj's and plopped down - with my phone and charger - to watch one of my shows. I passed out cold about half way through the show and a text from C woke me up. He asked me how I was doing and asked how Matteo was. I told C that I am doing ok but I'll take both Saturday and Sunday for self care and that Matteo is now back at home - his - and his uncle is staying with him for the weekend. C said that he's glad that I'll be taking care of myself on Saturday and Sunday and that he's happy that Matteo is  home. C wished me a good night and I wished him one as well.

I spent most of the weekend sleeping, reading and minor cooking. Mostly reheated leftovers for dinner; had cereal and fruit for breakfast and lunch. I read 1 1/2 books between Saturday and Sunday; it helped me get a smidge done with my backlogged books. My parents were happy to host my dogs a few days more and spoil the dogs rotten!!

I spoke with Matteo this morning. He said that he feels 80% back to normal but he's taking his meds, resting and having tons of fluids. I might visit him tomorrow for a couple of hours.

Had a semi romantic weekend away (last weekend).

Matteo had called me last Wednesday evening to tell me that he’d gotten us a hotel in the city for us. I was a bit surprised that he’d wanted to get away with me. Thought it was very sweet of him and told him so. He’d already be in the city and he’d asked a friend of mine to bring me in as he knows that I don’t drive in the city due to anxiety; plus try going in during rush hour on a Friday night would be a nightmare for me.

I loaded up my friend’s car, hopped in and as soon as we were on the highway, I was out cold. Thanks to sleeping on the way into the city, I didn’t have to over think the weekend. We got to the hotel with no major issues thankfully…not like I had to worry about it. Lol. 

When we pull up, Matteo’s already outside waiting for our arrival. I stumbled out of the car as I didn’t have good footing, Matteo caught me and steadied me and then he helped me get my bags out of my friend’s car. I gave my friend a hug, thanked him and wished him a good night….he and his wife were staying with friends who live in the city. 

Matteo and I go inside the hotel, get into the elevator and go to the 10th floor to a “loft suite”. It was a great room; a huge bed and a mini kitchen with a mini fridge, and and a private balcony; the bathroom had a shower, and a stand alone tub. I turn to Matteo as I hear him unzip my small suitcase; he took out a casual dress that I packed to make sure that it didn’t have any wrinkles. He hung up the dress, put the bag in the closet and walked over to me. 

He’d placed his hand gently on my face, leaned down and kissed me so gently. I leaned towards him as I kissed him back; he kissed me even deeper and pulled me close to him. He slides his hands under my shirt to reach for my breasts and I moan. We start taking our clothes off and make our way to the bed. 

We get on the bed quickly, kissing and our hands exploring each other’s body. I get into a comfortable position and Matteo slides his penis in my ready apex. He moans my name. He starts thrusting in and out of me gently - he started to suck and squeeze my breasts which made me moan, he started thrusting harder and faster...he rolls us over so I’m on top. 

I take my time riding his penis and he loves it. As I’m sliding up and down his penis, I get closer and closer to climaxing. He rolls us back over to him being on top and within a few strokes, we climax together. We lay in each other's arms until we catch our breaths. I get up to take a shower. I get dressed in the dress that I brought and hunted for my stilettoes as I am painfully short. As Matteo is getting dressed, I fix my hair and do my makeup; I put some heat protectant spray in my hair so I could blow dry and straighten my hair. The last thing I do is put on red lipstick. 

Matteo is impressed with how I look; since we met in/at college and have hung out at his uncle's, he's usually seen me in jeans, tees, sweatpants/sweatshirts, shorts, etc. He leaned down and kissed me gently as he didn't want to smear my lipstick. I had to laugh a little when we stopped kissing - he'd managed to get a little of my lipstick on his lips. I get a tissue to wipe off the lipstick and as I did so, he moaned. I stepped away so we wouldn't end up in bed again and I fetched a really large scarf that I use as a shawl as well as my mini purse (it has just enough space just for my wallet, my asthma inhaler, my phone, one skinny phone charger and a charging cord). Once I was ready, we took the elevator down.

We got out of the elevator and walked outside....I didn't realize how cold it would be that night. Oh well. Matteo will warm me up later. A limo pulls up, the driver gets out and asks if we're the party for Deppgrl and Matteo; we say that we are. Matteo opens the back door so I could get in, he walks behind the limo and gets in from the street side. The driver asked us where we're going; of course, I have zero clue but Matteo tells the driver to head to this one famous Italian restaurant. My eyes get big and I turn my head to look at him. He asked me what the face was for and I told him that one of my favorite tv series sometimes has scenes filmed there. He laughed hard, saying that he knows that I love Italian food and love the tv show that sometimes gets filmed there.

I get a little confused and ask him how he knows so much about me as we never had these conversations and I asked if he ever stalked me. He looked at me like had 2 heads, laughed and said no but he’s talked to my family and friends to find out more about me. I looked at him rather seriously, put my hand on his arm and tell him that in the future he better talk with me about me. He looked a little upset but understood and apologized to me. I thanked him and I told him that we’re not going to let it ruin our weekend. He said ok and kissed me.

We  finally got to the restaurant after dealing with Friday night traffic; we were 35 minutes late for our reservation, they upheld our reservation and they took us in to the table Matteo had requested. The table was in the corner by the window - to  which I find out is a 6 month wait for that specific table - it made my heart warm to know that he was able to get the table and also in less than a week’s time.

It took no time for us to order our drinks, appetizers and entrees. I ordered a martini and he had a beer. Not long after we got our drinks, our cold antipasto and clams casino arrive. As we’re eating and drinking, our server brings out more drinks for us; I was surprised but I guess Matteo had arranged that we’d have our drinks come out as we were finished with the previous one. After our plates were cleared, our entrees came out; I ordered the homemade gnocchi with Bolognese sauce and he had filet mignon in a white wine sauce with mushrooms. Our food was SO DAMN GOOD! 

As we ordered dessert (chocolate mousse for me and caramel custard for him) and we ordered two entrees to go (homemade cheese ravioli parm for me and lasagna for him). We ended up sharing each other’s dessert, finishing our drinks. The owner came over with our packed second entrees as well as two 8 ounce glasses with 4 ounces of limoncello - an Italian digestif. I look at Matteo and he looked as confused as I did. The owner explained that he loves hosting young lovers because it reminds him of he and his wife when they were younger. We thanked him very much. When he left, our server came over with the check and I reached over to see the total and chip in; Matteo snagged the check out of my hands and gave his credit card to the server. I look at him weird and he said that he’s spoiling me this weekend. I sigh a big sigh and let it go. 

We head outside to wait for the limo and thankfully it wasn’t a long wait as it was incredibly cold. As usual, Matteo held my hand as I got in and he walked around to get in from the other side. I’m still shivering so he slid over to sit next to me and held me in his arms. I look up at him and smile, he leans down and kisses me deeply. The driver hits a button so the divider goes up. Matteo takes no time to slide the skirt part of my dress up and he’s surprised that I’m not wearing any panties. He leans down to my apex, beginning to lick and suck my apex. I squirm as he’s taking care of my apex. The limo stops not long afterwards and we get our clothes adjusted. Matteo hops out and walks around to help me get out of the limo. We both thank the driver as we head inside the hotel.

We dash into the hotel, hop in the elevator and head to our glorious room. We hurriedly get undressed - Matteo makes sure that I hang up my dress - and we make a mad dash to the bed. In no time, we’re under the blankets…kissing and our hands explore the body of the other. I roll onto my back, Matteo gets aligned to my apex and slides right in. I start to moan his name, asking him to thrust in me a little harder. He smiles, kisses me and begins to thrust harder in me.

In no time, we’re climaxing together…he bites the base of my neck so he doesn’t scream my name. His biting my neck turns me on; he’s still in me so I roll us over so I start sliding up and down his still hard penis. Matteo sits up so he can suck and squeeze my breasts. I can’t help but moan his name and start riding his penis faster. Seconds later we climax together again. 

I slide off of him and roll over to face him. He brushes hair off of my my face, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. We spent the next few hours making love and fall asleep for a little bit. When we woke up, we ate a little bit of the entrees we brought back with us. We go back to bed for a couple of hours. 

We wake up around 7 am, finish the entrees for breakfast and get ready for the day. I’m surprised that with how little I slept as I was up early on a Saturday! We took an hour long walk before we head back to the hotel’s parking garage so Matteo can take me to our home state for about an hour or so; I’d forgotten that I signed up to donate blood and I couldn’t cancel because I knew that my blood would help 3 people! 

We arrive -  it’s quick because I read, filled out and signed the forms the day before, I go through the screening, plop down on a bed like thing and in seconds I was hooked up. Found out that my blood was going 60 something per unit and it’s usually 50 something per unit (can’t remember what the “something” was as I was trying to get done quickly). About 10 minutes after being hooked up, I was done and went to the ‘canteen’ for 10 minutes to have some juice and cookies. I said that I’m good and I have someone driving me; the staff said ok and thanked me. I got out of the bus and Matteo was there with a can of soda and a box of my favorite cookies; I had to laugh.

We get in his car, I chug the soda and eat a handful of cookies. I fall asleep minutes afterwards and I wake up when we pulled into a spot at the hotel’s parking garage. We go to the room so I can brush my teeth and then we head back out. We walked all over and stopped at a food vendor on the street to get me ‘real’ food and a huge bottle of water. 

We stop at a few stores to look around and we ended up getting me a backpack so I can store whatever we bought in the bag as my normal sized purse isn’t big enough. We stop at a few museums but due to Covid, they had limited hours and you had to reserve your tickets for a specific time. Shame that we didn’t bother to look up info on the museums before we got there. 

So we stopped at a theater to catch a movie - it was one of those theaters that you can order food, soda and alcohol from your seat - it was a cute movie. I forgot to tell Matteo that I wasn’t supposed to drink alcohol until later in the day as my inner elbow might bleed after the booze and blood donation. Oh well. I got a little tipsy right away but I sucked it up and had the drinks that were ordered for me. 

After the movie ended, we walked around more in the city just to explore. We decided that we’d allow ourselves to get lost on purpose to make the day more fun and it worked. For those who don’t know me, I’m pretty directionally impaired BUT I’m not as bad as my sister!! 

After a few hours we got hungry so Matteo orders an Über to take us to a restaurant that he’d been to before. He asked if I liked food from a specific country in the Europe/Eurasian region; I said that I didn’t care for the food that much in that region but willing to go to a restaurant near where he planned for us to go. He knew of a Mexican restaurant a few doors down from where he planned for us to have dinner and I fully agreed with him on the Mexican food. 

We get there and both of our stomachs are growling. We get a table in the quieter section and our server comes over immediately. After he greeted us, in my Spanglish I ask him if he could please bring a pitcher of ice water over with the chips, salsa and guac. He was impressed that someone as white as I am is ok in Spanish; I giggled and told him that when I worked for brother, he had a ton of Hispanics/Latinos on staff that taught me.

A few minutes later we received the water, the chips, guac and salsa but he also brought over a plate of beans and rice. We thanked him and then we ordered carne asada, tacos, chimichangas, burritos and empanadas as well as two pitchers of their sangria. 

We had just finished up with our appetizers when the rest of the food and the two pitchers of sangria came; one was made with white wine and the other was made with red wine. I immediately grab the sangria with white wine and poured some in my 16 oz glass. Matteo laughed saying that was fine because he prefers red wine.

We split everything - not quite evenly - as I had most of the carne asada. The rest we did split fairly evenly. We couldn’t finish everything so we had it wrapped up and a few more things added so we could bring back to the hotel. Once the food came back, we ordered two orders of churros to eat in the restaurant and another two orders to go and we asked for another pitcher of sangria to go with our dessert. The server nodded and got the sangria out to us right away; thankfully it was made with white wine. Just a few minutes later, the orders of the churros came out - the churros were SO good that we scarfed the orders that were on the plate and we wanted to eat the other orders right away. 

The sangria got to us even though we ate plenty and had plenty of water. We eventually got the check but before Matteo looked at it, he gave the server his credit card. In minutes, the server came back with the credit card slip to be signed, Matteo’s credit card, two to-go cups with horchata (so yummy) and two more bags of food. We thanked him and he said the extra food and the horchatas were on the house so we weren’t charged for it. 

Matteo ordered an Über while I went to the bathroom and when I returned, the car was there waiting for us. We packed up, got into the car and headed to the hotel; on the way back to the hotel, I fell asleep in Matteo’s arms. When we got to the hotel, Matteo had to wake me up with a firm shake. I said “Yes, sexy!”. We grab the bags of food, our stuff and we get out of the car.

We make it up to the room by 9:30 pm. I get undressed, take a quick shower to get the city off of me, take out my contacts and get into bed. After Matteo put the food in the fridge, took a shower, brought the horchatas with him and joined me in bed. Both of us finished the horchata quickly and then I curled up in Matteo’s arms to fall asleep for a little bit.

About 30 minutes later, I wake up to Matteo stroking my hard nipples. I moan, flip onto my back and spread my legs for him. In no time he’s between my legs, thrusting his penis in and out of my apex. I reach up to rest my hands on his chest and he immediately got more turned on; he started thrusting in and out of me like there was no tomorrow…he didn’t let up one bit until we both climaxed together…he took his time shooting his essence in my apex.

While still inside of me, he rolls himself over so now we’re both on our sides, facing each other. He brushes my hair back and tells me the second time in the same week how much he loves me. He started to kiss me, stroking my apex and I kissed him right back but I pulled away after a few minutes. Matteo asked me what was wrong.

I said that I really do appreciate this weekend and that he was taking care of paying for EVERYTHING but I explained that I was feeling a bit used. He asked me in what ways so I told him that I feel like that he feels like because he's paying for everything that I need to spread my legs for him to "pay" him back. He asked if that's how I truly felt. I told him yes and told him again that I appreciate literally everything that he's done so far and what he's got planned for Sunday. He got up, called the front desk to request a new room; something significantly smaller as he needs a room to himself for the night and they oblige. He packs his stuff and goes down to get the keys. 

Ugh. I knew that I had made him mad but it wasn't my intention. I look at my phone screen to see what time it is. It's 3 am; check out is in 6 hours and my alarm is set for 7 am. I wished that I could get a little bit of sleep between now and 7 am but I felt bad that I made Matteo upset with me. I feel that it's important to share what you're feeling and thinking with someone that you may or may not begin a relationship with. I get out of bed and walk around the room to help clear my mind a bit. After a few minutes I go back to bed and I instantly fall asleep....I wake up a few minutes before my alarm goes off.

I get up, hop in the shower, then get dressed and grab everything of mine and stuff it in my bag. I take a look around to see if Matteo or I left anything and thankfully neither one of us did. I was halfway out of the door when I realized that I'd forgotten to take the food from the fridge! I grab my stuff and bring it back into the room with me and close the door behind me; I am a single woman and the last thing I need is to be harmed in anyway. 

As I'm grabbing the food out of the fridge I hear some loud pounding and some yelling. I am nervous so I slowly go to the door to look out of the peep hole; I don't see anyone but a shadow so I thought that I would wait it out for a few minutes before I'd call the front desk. I stand there kinda close to the door. I hear the pounding again and this time I recognize Matteo yelling my name. I open the door all the way and ask him what the hell he's doing by scaring me to death. He apologized profusely for scaring me; he said that he didn't see me in the lobby and thought that I was still asleep. I told him that he could've called me or texted me to see where I was; he agreed with me on that and said that I make a great point. I laughed because it was the first time in a long ass time that a man actually agreed with me. 

We head to his car to place our overnight bags in the trunk of his car and the food in a cooler with ice that he picked up before coming up to my room; he asks me where I want to go. I tell him that the ferry in this city is very famous, I'd never been on it and I'd like to give it a go. He smiled and said ok. We walked a few blocks to get to the ferry. The ferry is typically just for commuters and their vehicles but since we didn't have a vehicle with us, they let us on for free. While we were on the ferry and checking out the views, I'd realized that I forgot to take my birth control Saturday morning as well as that morning. I step away from Matteo and explain that my bff is calling and I wanted to take the call privately/separate from him. He nodded.

I walked away with my phone to my ear. As soon as I turned the corner, I put my phone in my pocket, grabbed my birth control to take 2 pills as well as an emergency contraceptive.....it's not that I don't want children it's just that I don't want to have children with him. I take the pills dry as I forgot that Matteo has a bottle of water for me. It was gross to take the pills without water as the pills dissolved a little bit in my mouth so I popped a mild breath mint (yes, I DID brush my teeth but I didn't want to taste of the pills in my mouth). Once I was all set, I went back to Matteo; he asked how everything was with my friend and I said that everything was ok. He smiled at me and leaned down to kiss me; I welcomed the kiss and kissed him back with everything I had.

After this kiss, Matteo pulled away and said that he wanted to explain his behavior from MUCH MUCH earlier in the morning. I nodded my head as an indication that he could proceed. He took a big breath and explained that yes, he did pay for everything so far this weekend because he knew that I hadn't worked much and money was tight, he felt bad that Vince was one of the number of jerks that had cheated on me and that he wanted to remind me that "real" men (like himself) don't cheat on whomever they're dating, they take care of whomever they're dating (or friends with) and that I deserved to be shown the world. He also said that he's sorry for making me feel that I owed him sex because he payed for everything and that he should've said something on Wednesday when he called me or when I met him at the hotel on Friday. He apologized for that and storming out at the ass crack of pre-dawn - he said that he couldn't give any excuses for his behavior.

I pull Matteo closer to me so I could kiss him deeply. I pulled a little too hard because his body was flush with mine and I could feel his penis hardening. He then remembered that he had a friend who lived in the city but was out of town for another day for work and that he had a key to the apartment. We get off the ferry sooner than either of us wanted to and he'd called his friend to let him know that we were heading to the friend's apartment; the friend said that it was fine and not to make a mess.....Matteo laughed and said that we don't make messes. The friend laughed hysterically and told us to have fun. As they hang up the phone, our Über arrived and dashed us off to the friend's apartment. We ran to the elevator, wished the elevator moved faster and finally got to the apartment. The door had just slammed shut as we were ripping our clothes off.

In no time at all, we were in the spare bedroom and on the bed, kissing and exploring each other's body with our hands. Matteo checked to see if my apex was wet and as soon as he knew, he spread my legs and started thrusting his penis in me. Seconds later, we climax together....still entwined with the other and he was still inside of me. I fall asleep for what felt like a few minutes and Matteo wakes me up by thrusting his penis in my tight ass He said he wanted to make love at least once more this weekend and now was when he saw his opportunity. I smiled, rolled over to my back and spread my legs and he enters me slowly...painfully slow!

He takes his sweet time, kissing me and exploring my body with his hands...he made sure that I enjoy myself as well. We eventually climaxed together, moaning each other's name. Matteo rolled to his side and I rolled to face him. He kissed me again and I welcomed it. I was ready to reach down and stroke his penis but he pulled away to look at the time. He said that it was close to 3 pm and he wanted to get home so he could finish his lesson plans for the week. We got dressed and I decided to throw the sheets in the washer but didn’t start it; Matteo texted his friend saying that I was trying to be a good guest by cleaning up.

We booked it back to the hotel to get Matteo's car. It was sad to leave as we both wanted to stay longer but we knew that it'd be better to be responsible so Matteo could keep his job and for me to continue looking for work. As we got on the road, Matteo shared that he wanted to keep the weekend going because he loved spending time with me and getting to know me...he rested his hand on my leg and I fell asleep on the way back to my house. 

He squeezed my knee gently to wake me up. I woke up and turned to him, he tells me how beautiful I am when I am asleep. I turned beet red....he doesn't know that I don't take compliments well but I thank him. We get out of the car, I gather my purse and its contents as he is struggling to get my bag out of the trunk. Once my bag is out, he grabs the cooler and helps me bring everything into the house. My parents say a brief hello and then they go back into the living room to give he and I space. We split all the left over food and he puts his back in the cooler. I walk him to the front door and we step outside for a little privacy. 

I hug Matteo and thank him profusely. He said that he was more than happy to treat me to a romantic weekend away, said that I deserved more romantic weekends away as I am an amazing woman and that any man would be lucky to be with me. I turned beet red again and thanked him. He leaned down to kiss me and I let him kiss me. I knew that my parents were watching through the window of the front doors but neither one of us said anything when we saw them looking at. I rolled my eyes at them and let Matteo leave. As he was walking away, I asked him to let me know when he got home safely. 

I go inside. My mom reminds me what she told me the week before - that Matteo and I would be dating - thinking that she out did me. I laughed rather hard, telling her that we're still NOT dating but just two consenting adults to a weekend away, enjoying ourselves and getting to know each other better. I could tell that my parents were disappointed in me that I was having sex with a male friend instead of a dating/marriage relationship (I was raised in a very Christian home) but they didn't say anything because they'd know that I'd tell them "My body...my choice!" and they know that it's true.  Not too long afterwards, I receive a text from Matteo that he is home safe and sound; I thanked him and let him go so he could get ready for work. 

I head upstairs with my bag to throw some of my clothes in my laundry basket and spent some time alone. I did end up napping for a bit before dinner. I changed into my sweats and brought down my laundry basket. I was really happy that Matteo took me for the weekend and he's 100% right that I do deserve weekends like that more often; I don't mind if it's with him again or someone that I am actually dating. 

He is right about another thing that he mentioned the weekend before when we went to the winery, the massage parlor and the jewelry store.....it's now in my head and my heart that I am beginning to like him in a different way. No, it's not because he's spending a TON of money on me but rather due to him doing what he says he's going to do, treats me with respect, him wanting to take care of me (like when I am getting in and out of a car or like when we have sex/make love) and seeing how much he cares for me. Personally, I don't want to say that he loves me because I don't know the full extent of how much he cares for me.

I finished up my laundry, grabbed my water and went upstairs for the night. I fell asleep thinking of the weekend and the amount of fun we had. I did miss being in his arms as we slept but I'd get over it until we go somewhere overnight.