Missing you…

Talks and walks
Thoughts and dreams
The world is never
Quite what it seems

Sweets and treats
Ways and means
The times enjoyed
Were further between.

Hi and bye
Days and nights
It’s time to go
Things are not right.

Good and bad
Glad and sad
Did I imagine
The things we had

Talks and walks
Thoughts and dreams
The world is never
Quite what it seems

My bad

The other night, YM came over. I have confessed to him my penchant for men with hot bodies not wearing a shirt. There’s still the Abercrombie bag from Christmas sitting in the living room – for my viewing pleasure. He harasses me about it every time he comes over. Of course, the only way it’s moving is into a frame and onto the wall! I’ve told him this. Any way, last night was Grey’s. And, in one of the opening scenes, Mr. Mark Sloane, aka McSteamy, was shown wearing jeans and a belt only. Yes, a gratuitous shot of his absolutely perfectly cut abs. OMG! It was beautiful. And, for a moment, I forgot that it wasn’t C2 sitting next to me on the couch and I let the inner monologue seep out. I think it might have just been a deep breath and an imperceptible “oooooo” or it could have been as much as, “ooohhhh, wow.” I’m not sure what came out and what was still in my head. But, he heard it! Yep, he did. And, while I think he was joking (when he told me he was mad), I’m sure he wasn’t too pleased.

He stayed mad at me for at least 15minutes. I tried little kisses and hugs. I tried the eye batting. I tried to use super-pup to help. I even tried my own puppy eyes with the pouty lip! He wasn’t having any! I think he just wanted me to suffer and it was all in good jest. But he did ask me, “Why don’t you date a guy like that?” Too many inappropriate answers, so little time to come up with one that would appease him! I’m sure whatever I said wasn’t correct! Any way, later there was another shot of some hot man and I kept the inner monologue inner. But, he heard it any way! He looked at me and I blinked my eyes and said in my most innocent voice, “what?” And the tricky bastard said, “what were you thinking?” “Ummmmmmm….. Nothing? But I didn’t say it.” He gave me an eye roll. I told him I was just admiring a work of art. Like how he admires cars. Then I asked, “don’t you ever check out hot women?” He said, “Yes, all the time.” I was starting to feel smug and he finished the thought with, “and her name is Cheryl.” Ushy gushy and I wasn’t even the one who was mad! I couldn’t convince him that my staring was innocent.

Oh well, I’m just a dirty old woman. What can I say? LOL!

Dreaming

Floating down
Upward bound
Never making a sound.
Singing loud
Walking proud
Sky blue without a cloud
Running strong
Skip along
Knowing I belong to you.
Things I dream of
Days I long for
Crack the blinds
the light will shine
And, you'll be mine
Only mine.