Rewind to yesterday afternoon. H got home @ 5:30-ish, but I work til 6. He came into my office and chit-chatted with me. How was your day, etc. He seemed to really *want* to be talking to me. I told a funny story about kidlet coming home from school and objecting strenuously to finding a pair of my pink panties on the bathroom floor. I'd just gotten out of the shower and hadn't had a chance to clean up after myself. I told kidlet to toss my stuff in the hamper if it bugged him. Kidlet came out with many a gagging noise, "No Way!" etc - joking tho. I remarked that I'd been picking HIS underwear up off the floor for a good 7 years, so he could do it at least once for me.
This led to a discussion of showering times and that if I hit the snooze button, I end up taking my shower on my lunch instead of in the morning to accomodate the rest of the family who need the bathroom.
H: Oh, hey, if I'm headed that way and you want to get in instead, just let me know 'cause I can always wait.
Dia (raising a brow): Instead? How about 'with'? <naughty grin>
H: <stammers something about that not actually saving any time >
The evening
Our date for Saturday got scotched. Then I asked H if he wanted to watch a movie and something happened to that, too. So Monday night, H came up to me and said that I'd mentioned wanting to watch a movie, but there wasn't anything he really wanted to see.
Dia: That's ok. 'Watching a movie' is just code. You know what for, right?
H: For "I want to spend time with you"?
Dia: Yep.
H: Good. Let's do it. I'll shut down my computer right now.
And he joined me on the couch for about 45 mins of talking with no TV, no computer, no distractions save kidlet who was having a rough night getting to sleep.
When we finally got kidlet settled, I slipped into bed and snuggled up to H who had gone to bed dressed in a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants. After some preliminary, fairly chaste cuddling, I remarked...
Dia: When you wear such heavy clothes to bed, I take it as a 'Don't touch me' message, so I've been respecting that.
The man stood up on the bed, stripped himself absolutely buck nekkid, then snuggled back in. Well, there's only one way to respond to that kind of behavior - you reward it! He got stroked and caressed all over for a very long time. He revelled in it and I enjoyed giving it. After a snugglier interlude, he returned the favor.
Then he finally gave me the unmistakable green light to proceed with the floral arrangement. Gentlemen, in the right mood, we *like* for you knot a fist in our hair and give us directions.
@ Tomato - turned his head?! ROFL!!! Naughty thing!
@ Jeff - Sorry, man. I'd say "I feel ya" but you might take it wrong.
Shall we all sing "Go Down Moses"?
Even better, I leave you with the Juicy Fruit jingle.
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