Yesterday, which was a Monday

Wow. Wow wow wowie wow wow. Davis. I love him. Still when with him my thoughts are IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou...

We laid in bed and he smiled and smiled at me and we were happy happy happy, saying how happy we were that we were together. And we are nearly always touching when we sleep and I couldn't love that more or I would explode and then I wouldn't get to feel it anymore.

Dear lord our Egg Conversation. The cosmos, death, children, aging... *NSYNC. (we were in sync, not discussing the boy band)

I told him, "Thank you for being with me." And it was glorious.

I just want to live with him and cut the crap.

We went through the key-broke-in-lock incident swimmingly. We jimmied the door open with a screwdriver and pick implement. The wildest thing was he was so sexy to me, trying to pick that lock. I wanted to fuck him right there. I wanted to stop him in his tracks and blow him to high heaven. Unf. I took a picture. His shoulders a perfect trapezoid of sinew and sex. He has the sexiest goddam shoulders.

And his smell. His smell. I breathed in the sheets as best I could. Heavens to Betsy.

I also talked about how wild it was that I met him of all and that it's gone so gloriously (I use the word again) and I didn't see it coming (as I hear you don't), esp with online dating, and then whammo. There he is. There I am. We. Us.