current events

ah, yes...I wrote about this weekend already, so now it's time to write about why today is a bad day. Well, it really started yesterday, so I'll start there. Yesterday, I found out that we have choir rehearsal tonight until 9:30pm. SO, I won't be able to leave for my dad's until tomorrow morning, so I'll have to deal with day-before-Thanksgiving traffic tomorrow. Then, Mike never showed up, so I was stuck at the lab waiting for him until I got permission to close it up. therefore, I was late getting over to Megan's. However, once there, it was enjoyable. Watched Milo and Otis.

There are some details, as usual, that will not go on my MySpace blog. We talked a bit before the movie about this weekend. You see, there was a little thing where she was rinsing off her shoes in the bathroom, I was in the living room, and I heard her cry out, so I went to go see what was wrong. I found her with her back to me, standing on the edge of the tub messing with the shower head, and her shirt was off. Well, I wasn't sure if she wanted me to see her like that, so I just went back to the living room, since she seemed okay anyway. She told me when she came out that she had slipped and almost fallen, and that was what I had heard. I told her why I didn't go in, and she was surprised that I would think that, considering I had pulled her shirt up to her ribs before. She had a point, I guess. But last night, she told me that it wasn't an accident, that she wanted me to come in there because her shirt was off. Hmm...lol. Then she told me about Saturday night when I had stayed with her in her bed for a while. She told me that she wished that I had stayed longer and that she had wanted to remove a certain article of my clothing, namely, my shirt. I had to coax this information out of her, by the way. that got us started talking about limits. Basically, after she decided that she would rather I tell her mine instead of her discovering them, I told her that mine were, she could take off my shirt, but pants are off limits. She told me that her limits were the same, but that there were a few others, and that I have come close to crossing those; namely, when my hands get too close to her breasts and her butt. She wasn't mad at me, though.
After the movie, she gave me a back massage and kissed my neck some. Eventually, she told me that I could do whatever I wanted with her. I knew she wanted something, but I didn't know what, and she refused to tell me. So I took a guess, and I was right. She wanted me to take off her shirt, so I did. I laid her back and kissed her neck and chest, then her belly. She put her shirt back on after that and then did something for me in return: she started kissing my stomach, and then slowly worked her way up to my chest to the point where my shirt was up to my neck and practically off. That felt so incredibly good, especially the lower part of my stomach and upper chest. Well, that's the end of the details that are only going to be in this blog.

So, the rest of my day...well, it's cold, windy, and wet outside, and we have that stupid 2.5 hour rehearsal tonight. that is going to be miserable. I hope we get out early. My voice will be shot if I have to sing for that long. Maybe that's the only bad thing about today, except for the weather. I'm supposed to read all of this and yesterday's post to Megan tonight. She read me her journal entry for this weekend. I wonder what she wrote about last night?