This is how you know your boyfriend cares for you:
When Fozzie returned from his recent weekend away, he insisted on seeing me that very Sunday evening. Naturally, he can't go more than a few days without ravishing me, or being ravished in turn.
That Sunday happened to the be day of the Gay Pride Parade, so after enjoying the Festivities with Topher, I dutifully made my way to Fozzie's den.
As it turned out, when I got to the Den, Fozzie wasn't feeling well; he had a sore throat. So it ended up being a night of cuddling and comforting, mixed with some spicy Thai food from Our Place.
Before we went to bed, though, I mentioned to Fozz that I'd figured out why I was never able to get any sleep at his place, and consequently ended up a dazed wreck at work on the day following any sleepover: Fozzie tosses and turns, and jerks in his sleep. And he — not to put too fine a point on this — doesn't seem to be able to restrain from, er, touching me, even in his sleep. All that mixed with the fact that I'm a light sleeper means that every time I'm bumped, shifted or, er, touched, I wake up.
Mystery solved.
So cut to us going to bed. I drop off pretty quickly, but because of his sore throat, Fozzie's unable to sleep, and he's tossing and turning all night long. What does he do?
He gets up and he goes to sleep on the sofa, fearing he'll disturb my sleep. And this, after I had a dream (which frankly probably wasn't a dream) that I roused myself just enough to slap his hand away during one of his...er, touching forays to my side of the bed.
What does one say to that? I'm unworthy.
And that's how you know your boyfriend cares for you.
When Fozzie returned from his recent weekend away, he insisted on seeing me that very Sunday evening. Naturally, he can't go more than a few days without ravishing me, or being ravished in turn.
That Sunday happened to the be day of the Gay Pride Parade, so after enjoying the Festivities with Topher, I dutifully made my way to Fozzie's den.
As it turned out, when I got to the Den, Fozzie wasn't feeling well; he had a sore throat. So it ended up being a night of cuddling and comforting, mixed with some spicy Thai food from Our Place.
Before we went to bed, though, I mentioned to Fozz that I'd figured out why I was never able to get any sleep at his place, and consequently ended up a dazed wreck at work on the day following any sleepover: Fozzie tosses and turns, and jerks in his sleep. And he — not to put too fine a point on this — doesn't seem to be able to restrain from, er, touching me, even in his sleep. All that mixed with the fact that I'm a light sleeper means that every time I'm bumped, shifted or, er, touched, I wake up.
Mystery solved.
So cut to us going to bed. I drop off pretty quickly, but because of his sore throat, Fozzie's unable to sleep, and he's tossing and turning all night long. What does he do?
He gets up and he goes to sleep on the sofa, fearing he'll disturb my sleep. And this, after I had a dream (which frankly probably wasn't a dream) that I roused myself just enough to slap his hand away during one of his...er, touching forays to my side of the bed.
What does one say to that? I'm unworthy.
And that's how you know your boyfriend cares for you.
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