fairy tales and hokum

this week has been glorious

June 23, 2010 at 5:34 pm (Dear Diary) (blergh, cravings, forbidden, please repeat: obsession is Bad, pure bliss, questions, touch, WANT)

He called me on Monday night, just to talk.  Just to talk.  He was in the best mood, and informed me that he loved talking to me on the phone, and that I was the only person he would spend more than five minutes with because he normally hates the phone, so it’s surprising that our conversations last over an hour on average.  And we don’t even talk about deep, serious things…most of the time.  During this one he talked about White Castle burgers for fifteen minutes straight.

He mentioned that, aside from all the sexual tension and frustration and the moments that make him want to strangle me for being so frustrating or when I’m threatening to stab him with various implements, he’s truly happy that he knows me and he just adores me.  I am one of his favorite people.  Awww.

He also said that he fucking loves my laugh, that I have one of the best laughs he’s ever heard when I really let myself go and enjoy the moment, and that that’s part of the reason he likes talking to me on the phone because I don’t let myself laugh at work.  He’ll spend twenty minutes trying to get me laugh and when it works, he just basks in it.

We talked for an hour, then his phone died, so he met me at Denny’s and bought me a chocolate milkshake.  We sat in the booth, talking and laughing, for another two hours.  He made me laugh so hard I cried.  Then we stood outside while I froze and made him stand near me so I wouldn’t be cold.

He hugged me and said that it was a good thing he was able to resist temptation because if he was a lesser man, he’d have to molest me in the parking lot for looking up at him the way I was.  I didn’t even care; I was just basking in the perfection of the evening.  We had a good time together, it wasn’t all sexual-tension-ized, it was just kindof ridiculously awesome.

Yesterday he made me go with him after work to try this other milkshake that was nearly orgasmic.  He bought it for me “for my birthday.”  Um, you’re getting me a better present.  You’ve been telling me for six months what you’re going to get for me for my birthday… follow through, dammit.

Then this morning he called before he went in to work, to wish me happy birthday “in person.”

It’s moments like tonight that make me love him, that makes it so fucking hard for me to keep my distance or even think about leaving.  I’ve been told that I should get the hell out of dodge for my own sanity and well-being, but… well… the good times are so good.

This is why you should run far, far away from sociopaths.  They will always win.