Escorting an Escort Part 3
>> Mar 13, 2009
I thought about Marco all night last night when I returned home from his place. As I laid on the sofa, I almost regretted leaving. I wished I had stayed and slept next to him all night long.
Did I tell you that I have insomnia? It's true. I've had acute insomnia for as long as I can remember - at least since I was 23 years old. The sleeplessness did subside for a short period of time - notably, it was when I was married to my ex Kevin. On the surface, it seems as though my codependency may be preventing me from getting a good night's rest.
So, it should be mentioned that for the last week I have slept like a baby every single night. I don't know why that is. Maybe because I'm being fulfilled emotionally right now. It's the only conclusion I can draw at the moment.
This morning I woke up on the sofa, hopped in the shower and dressed for a job interview. I was very excited about this interview, especially since this economy has made it next to impossible to find work. On the way back from the interview I texted Marco "Good morning sunshine ;-)"
He texted back "How was your interview?"
I was so happy that he not only remembered, but that he was kind enough to offer up the sentiment.
I scarfed down some lunch at Eatery on 9th avenue and headed back home. After doing a bit of Web surfing for news, my phone rang.
I completely forgot that he picked up my phone last night and customized the ring tone for when he calls. I thought that was really cute. So, when I heard the song playing on my phone, I immediately smiled as tingles rolled down my back. Significantly, he rarely makes a voice call since he's always in pain and it hurts to speak. Almost always, we communicate via text messaging.
However, this time...he was calling. So, I picked up the phone with a big smile, so happy to hear his voice. In the best English he could muster up, he said "I wanted to call you today."
I said "I'm so glad you did. How are you feeling?"
"I feel good today. I've been doing my exercises and I think it might be working," he answered.
"I'm so happy to hear that. It's good to hear your voice."
He said "You know I normally don't call. But, I felt so good today, I wanted to talk to you and tell you that."
A feeling of relief washed over me. Could the physical therapy actually be working? Even if it's just mind over matter, I don't care. If his pain subsides even for a moment, then I'm happy. He's such a joy to be around when he's not in pain. He opens up, smiles and laughs. He makes me giggle like a school girl with his quirkiness and funny expressions. I know when he's feeling good when I see him smile.
He told me that he wants to get together later and play cards. I laughed a little because that was probably the most random request I've received in a while. I told him that I made plans to have drinks later with some friends, but he's welcome to join us if he's feeling okay.
Marco said he would see how he's feeling later, but he would love to come along.
Today is a good day for Marco. And because he's having a good day, it brightens my entire world.
Did I tell you that I have insomnia? It's true. I've had acute insomnia for as long as I can remember - at least since I was 23 years old. The sleeplessness did subside for a short period of time - notably, it was when I was married to my ex Kevin. On the surface, it seems as though my codependency may be preventing me from getting a good night's rest.
So, it should be mentioned that for the last week I have slept like a baby every single night. I don't know why that is. Maybe because I'm being fulfilled emotionally right now. It's the only conclusion I can draw at the moment.
This morning I woke up on the sofa, hopped in the shower and dressed for a job interview. I was very excited about this interview, especially since this economy has made it next to impossible to find work. On the way back from the interview I texted Marco "Good morning sunshine ;-)"
He texted back "How was your interview?"
I was so happy that he not only remembered, but that he was kind enough to offer up the sentiment.
I scarfed down some lunch at Eatery on 9th avenue and headed back home. After doing a bit of Web surfing for news, my phone rang.
I completely forgot that he picked up my phone last night and customized the ring tone for when he calls. I thought that was really cute. So, when I heard the song playing on my phone, I immediately smiled as tingles rolled down my back. Significantly, he rarely makes a voice call since he's always in pain and it hurts to speak. Almost always, we communicate via text messaging.
However, this time...he was calling. So, I picked up the phone with a big smile, so happy to hear his voice. In the best English he could muster up, he said "I wanted to call you today."
I said "I'm so glad you did. How are you feeling?"
"I feel good today. I've been doing my exercises and I think it might be working," he answered.
"I'm so happy to hear that. It's good to hear your voice."
He said "You know I normally don't call. But, I felt so good today, I wanted to talk to you and tell you that."
A feeling of relief washed over me. Could the physical therapy actually be working? Even if it's just mind over matter, I don't care. If his pain subsides even for a moment, then I'm happy. He's such a joy to be around when he's not in pain. He opens up, smiles and laughs. He makes me giggle like a school girl with his quirkiness and funny expressions. I know when he's feeling good when I see him smile.
He told me that he wants to get together later and play cards. I laughed a little because that was probably the most random request I've received in a while. I told him that I made plans to have drinks later with some friends, but he's welcome to join us if he's feeling okay.
Marco said he would see how he's feeling later, but he would love to come along.
Today is a good day for Marco. And because he's having a good day, it brightens my entire world.
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