Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Rob and Co-Worker
I have been thinking about Rob a lot. Ok that's nothing new really is it.
He was on holiday here in the country where I live but he was not answering his texts, only communicating via email for a week. It didn't change much, but there was no chance that I'd see him online that week. We go weeks without seeing each other online but at least we make an attempt, send texts seeing if the other is online.
It was a week where he was sort of out of sight out of mind. I did think about him considering the quantity of snow that has fallen on this part of Europe, wondering if he'd get out of the country ok, flights and such. But other than that I wasn't really thinking about him. That is until yesterday. He texted me in the afternoon with his usual "On" text, meaning that he was on Skype. Bf was home and there was no hope of me getting on.
But it put a HUGE smile on my face. Just the knowledge that he wanted to see me the day after he got back. It meant a lot to me, even if it may seem insignificant.
When I go to bed my mind starts to whirr, it's the anxiety that I have to live with in the evenings. My mind seems to go on a thinking rampage just about every evening. Some nights are worse than others. Last night was bad. It was all reasoning on Rob and Co-worker. I realized last night that I hadn't thought of Co-worker at all in the past few months, not sexually anyhow. I have thought about him in terms of wondering what he's up to, and trying to figure things out but I hadn't really thought of the trip to Corfu. But just as I was thinking about how I hadn't thought of all of that for months, the memories came flooding back. It was somewhat agonizing.
my mind wandered to thoughts of us in bed, that morning, my leg grazing his hard cock, him in just his red boxer-briefs, me in my panties and tank top. His groan as my leg grazed him, my groan and moving my leg away to another position.
But then I pushed the idea out of my head. Trying to concentrate on Rob, something more understandable, comfortable happier.
I had an odd dream about Rob the night before last. We were having sex here in my own apartment, when a girl that I barely know, a girl I worked with briefly, came crawling through my window. It was awkward and I didn't know how to explain the situation to her. I woke up though with images of a naked Rob running through my mind :)
Fetishes and TV series.
We have been snowed in here during the past week. I have been working very little. Many of my students cancelled on me since the schools are closed and streets too icy to drive on. But I managed to get a little filler work helping a guy translate some psychology papers. They were interesting, Freudian analysis on fetishes. Unfortunately the guy who I was helping was a little creepy. 3 hours a day he'd come and we'd translate these papers. Then he'd stop at every new concept and explain it to me. Too bad he was a 75yr old man with greasy yellow hair and yellow teeth.
Some of the concepts were really interesting though and I might come back to them at some point.
On a totally different note, I have become completely and utterly addicted to the British Sherlock series. IT IS AMAZING. If you haven't seen it, find it and watch it now.
I don't want to go into all the details about it, that would be boring, but it is based in modern-day London. Sherlock is a handsom young (mid 30s) eccentric sociopath, Watson is a handsom young (late 30s?) ex-soldier, and then there's Moriarty, my FAVOURITE character. Yeah he's just yummy. I'm not sure whether it's his accent or what. But hmmmm yeah, yum.... I think I could dare just about anyone to watch it and not like it. It's just not possible. The sets are amazing, dialogue is brilliant, it's often funny, always intriguing, they use technology to carry out the original stories with great taste and intelligence.... and the list goes on.