Curiosity Killed The Cat
The road trip with Mr. H was interesting. Being stuck in a car with Mr. Henry for ten hours at a time gives new meaning to “locked-up”. For the most part, the ride was pleasant. He tried to get me to “pull-over” a couple of times. Once we got to his destination (I dropped him off and met up with friends & family), he got out and was getting his things together...that’s when I seen it. The super-sized black & gold box of condoms.
Hmmmm. So, either he thought he was going to get some from me, or he planned on meeting up with “old” acquaintances. At least he was being safe.
Now, I won’t lie. I was curious about this, seeing as how he’s been dropping hints since December.
(Side Note: He knows I’m not letting him get near my love muffin for the rest of his life. :End Side Note)
So on our way back, I wanted to look in the bag, to see if his magic box had been tampered with. I know I shouldn’t care. But I do....sorta. I sorta care because he 1). said he hadn’t had sex in “awhile” (awhile in Mr. H years, not normal years) and 2). after the long drive back to DC, he tried once again to get me to spend the night, because he said it looked like I was tired, and he was so “concerned” about me.
Ummm. I just drove 10 hours, the extra 20 minutes to my place wasn’t going to kill me.
In Other News:
So, as I mentioned in the last post, the bambino and I went out. While I was gone, he sent me cute little text messages, telling me he missed me, and to have a safe trip. He’s such a sweet guy. We went on date #3 last night..... to be continued