do u wanna take a bath together and give each other bubble beards
Man, this brought back some intense memories. Pre Misty, when a guy swept me off my feet (and off to Vegas to meet him). If I take away all the crazy that happened afterwards, the good moments were pretty amazing.
I remember him picking me up at the airport so clearly. The way the golden afternoon-evening sun streamed in the corridors. I was wearing my grey dress, with my hat and scarf, with a mid size heal for travelling. It was January. I could see him standing right in the middle of the hallway, his smile as I walked up to him was warm and affectionate.
“You are a lot taller on the internet.” he joked with me as he leaned down to kiss me.
Before we went to the hotel, he had lived in Vegas so he wanted to give me a “locals tour”. And in the setting sun we held hands as we drove around and it was light hearted and fun.
He was working during the day, so I went shopping. After seeing the big tub the night we arrived, I bought some fancy bubble bath. Vanilla scented (ah, there is a whole story behind vanilla scented things).
The room was big and fancy, and the stand alone tub in the bathroom was no exception. He didn’t need me to talk him into it, he was playful and fun and when I gave him a bubble beard, laughing my ass off, he didn’t hesitate to pull me close and put one on me. We kissed them off.
It was a weekend I won’t forget. A whirlwind romance that should’ve ended there. But that is another, very long, less fun, post.