• Fireman

    by  • August 22, 2010 • Hope, Interested?, Love - Pure and Simple, Smitten, Yearning for You • 1 Comment

    I’ve never met anyone the way that I met you. I saw you across the bar and I told my friend I thought you were hot. She walked right over to you (awesome wingman that she is) and told you that I wanted to meet you. The next morning I woke up in your bed. That was your birthday. Happy Birthday, Fireman!

    Honestly, I couldn’t remember your name that morning. I felt horrible about it, but I also never thought I’d hear from you again. Then a few weeks later I got your text, “hi, it’s Mike”. I still didn’t know your last name, so from that point on you became Fireman Mike.

    For the past five months we’ve seen each other about 15 times. Always late night, always just for sex. I don’t mind. I really don’t mind! Trust me! You’re so hot and our chemistry is amazing. It’s just sort of weird that we have such a shallow relationship. We really know so little about each other. Regardless, I talk about you all the time to my friends. They always ask about Fireman Mike. You don’t know this, but once you met me at a bar and one of my friends took a picture of us. I have the picture saved on my phone. Sometimes I just stare at it. We make a really cute couple. You have your arms around me and you have a huge smile on your face. You’re always smiling. I love that.

    One night I was supposed to have a date with a guy I had gone out with a couple of times. He totally stood me up. Some guys are dicks. That’s just how it is. Anyway, I was feeling sorry for myself, so I got some wine and went over to my girlfriend’s place to get drunk and talk about what dicks guys are. About an hour after I got there you called me and asked me to come over. I couldn’t believe it. It was like you saved my night. I was feeling so bad about myself, but after that I was on top of the world. Every time I see you I feel great for 3 or 4 days afterward. It’s like a long-lasting afterglow…

    Then, out of the blue, you FB friend requested me a few days ago. This was a total shock because it meant that you must have been searching for me and I couldn’t have been so easy to find. Especially since I’ve never told you my last name. Anyway, it sort of made me think maybe there was something more?

    I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t want to be in love, but sometimes when we’re holding each other I feel like I could love you. You’re so gentle and sweet. Even though we don’t have a significant connection (I mean, it’s a regular booty call! That’s what it is!), you’ve never been a dick to me. Ever. You’ve always been a complete gentleman. You continue to call or text even if I say I’m busy 2 or 3 times in a row (and this is only because I AM busy, I would never blow you off). You always buy me drinks, you open doors for me, you drive me home, you take me to breakfast. You’re a total sweetheart.

    I don’t know what I want to say. Just know that I think about you and not just in a sexual way. I adore you. I think that’s how to say it. I adore you.

    And, for god’s sake, a fireman? Are you kidding me? What did I do to deserve this? I adore you and I can’t wait to see your smiling face again. xoxo

    One Response to Fireman

    1. G
      August 22, 2010 at 11:58 pm

      smitten is exactly the right word. a smitten kitten.

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