The woman i'm in love with asked me to come to a party with her today. the host is a former client and he and his family credit twilw with saving his life. it was our first public appearance as a couple. i was thinking about judith taking me to main line parties and her being a bit ill at ease, like she was worried i'd burst into song or goose the hostess. so i'd been here before and i was alert and relaxed.
what happened was the opposite of what judith did. twilw bragged on me. when we were standing together, she moved her body closer to me. she held my hand as we left.
back at her house, a ten-minute scheduled queest turned into two hours of passionate closeness. terms got coined, plans got made, dreams got shared. all of a sudden, her frame of reference for us started becoming long term. she talked about me as a culmination of something, not a digression.\
can you imagine how i feel? can anyone see the tendrils growing, connecting, rooting?
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we talked about sex although she said that 'sex' doesn't seem quite adequate a term. what is this thing we're doing, bodies wrapped together, eyes open, mile-wide grins? she doesn't recognize it. me neither. it seems like 'making love' is the best we got but that seems to cover everything and so says nothing.
was it just a week ago that i was pretty sure it was over? amazing and still somehow totally believable. i wonder if she'll comment on this post. . . .
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