There is No Greater Love Than What I Feel for You…

Tracy and I were laying in the bed last night covered by our warm comforter in a chilly house. It was pitch black dark in our bedroom as I felt her warm arm wrap around me and hold me close to her equally warm bosom and chest. I had just been fretting about my father.

“I love you, Andrew,” she said in an airy and quiet voice. “You’re a good and kind man.”

Well, I just melted into a puddle of goo. I’ve been known to be a softie when it comes to romantic affairs.

“Well, you are one fine specimen of a woman,” I replied. “I love you with all my heart.”

I turned over to face her and we kissed passionately as I held her face in my hand. About that time, Maggie barked loudly (our alarm system) in the den and we both laughed as if Maggie knew what was going on.

“That’s my other girlfriend!” I told Tracy. “She’s just a little more demanding than you!”

We both laughed once more and kissed passionately again.  

Let’s Celebrate Now While We Still Have All this Flesh On Our Bones…

“How could you forget Tracy’s Valentine’s you do do head,” my father said, scolding me this morning.

I shrugged goofily and said that I am making it up to her. Tracy wants to eat tonight at Milano’s Bar and Grill. They have a killer veal and eggplant parmigiana. I also sent her a flower arrangement at work with the help of my father.

“Well, that’s a first,” he said sitting at his computer this morning. “I ordered flowers online.”

So, I am sitting here waiting for her to get off of work so we can go out to eat. I am almost out of the doghouse now. She is going to change into something nice here out of her scrubs and then we are headed out near the interstate where Milano’s resides.

Christmas Without You…

I am taking care of my girlfriend’s idiosyncratic cat over the holidays. I am lucky she adores and likes me. I told you all before that I am a cat magnet despite my allergies to them. I just have to wash my hands good after petting them. I don’t dare rub my eyes, mouth, or nose.

Tracy headed out for her mother’s house very late this afternoon. I am already missing her something terribly. She really brightens up a room when she steps inside. I won’t see her until the 26th and she has to be back for work. It is going to seem like an eternity. Luckily, her mother’s house is just an hour and a half drive away.

“I wanted to wake up beside you on Christmas morning,” she told me wistfully as we talked on the phone as she was headed up the interstate this afternoon.

Tracy is a hopeless romantic at heart and it is catching.

Tracy’s and my Christmas went without a hitch last night. She loved the food and her watch. She said I am spoiling her. She’s my little princess I tell ya. She really loved the stocking full of candy and gum. She has a sweet tooth like I do. She said that was very thoughtful and a very nice Christmassy touch. I loved the video games she got me. Yes, Morrowind Online was included along with a game time card for one month’s play. I will have to sign up for a subscription when that month runs out. It will be nice playing with real people from all over the country in that game. Think of Facebook with a 3D world of swords and shields and monsters to fight. I haven’t played an MMORPG (massive multiplayer online role playing game) since Warcraft. 

Charlie will be here in the morning with breakfast. I look forward to seeing him. Maybe we will get bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits again like last weekend.

Intimacy…

Tracy was curled up against me on the couch as Interstellar droned on. About halfway through the movie, I looked over at Tracy and she was sound asleep with her head on my shoulder. She was drooling and it was dribbling down my shirt.

“Come on, let’s get you in the bed,” I said picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

“When are you coming to bed?” she sleepily asked as I put her in the bed and pulled the sheet and comforter over her.

“I won’t be long. I am just not sleepy yet. I took a very long nap this afternoon. Good night.”

“I want you with me,” she said deliriously.

“Give me thirty or forty five minutes and I will be there. I am going to take a shower and get on the computer for a little bit.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed her curls out of her face. She was asleep again within minutes. My girl with the curls and the curves.

The Longest Journey...The Sweetest Reward...

Dad called me this morning and told me he had two extra season tickets to the Auburn game.

“Do you want to come?” he asked. “It’s Auburn’s last home game.”

“Can I bring Tracy if she wants to come?”

“Sure,” he said. “I look forward to meeting her.”

I called Tracy and she sounded so excited about going.

“I haven’t been to an Auburn game all year,” she said. “Let me start getting ready.”

“I’ll pick you up around 2 pm your time,” I replied.

Well, I picked Tracy up at two and she looked gorgeous. She was neatly dressed and had on perfectly and meticulously applied makeup. I remarked upon what a babe she was and she told me thank you and giggled.

“I want to make a good first impression with your father,” she told me.

“Get you a warm jacket and possibly some gloves as it will be really chilly by the end of the game,” I told her.
  
We headed to the game. I liked to have never found a suitable parking spot. Dad, my brother, and brother-in-law were already in their seats. Dad and my brother gave Tracy a big hug as I introduced her to them. I liked to have frozen my ass off the whole game I am so cold natured. I had brought some hand warmers from my camping days and they really came in handy. I handed some to Tracy.

Auburn won big. It was a rout. My father and brother were ecstatic and exuberant. There were many hugs and high fives. Tracy and I got in on the revelry.

“War Damn Eagle!!!” my father hollered as loud as he could as if it were a Comanche’s war cry of victory.
  
Tracy and I made our way back to my car which was still in one piece thank goodness. I was worried about it. We headed back to Tracy’s apartment amidst suffocating and stifling traffic. I finally pulled into her apartment’s parking lot and let loose a big sigh. It was pitch black dark outside now. I’ve told you all how I hate to drive at night especially in traffic such as that. Tracy let us in and I parked my butt on the couch. I was just exhausted from all of today’s exertions and orchestrations. Wheezy, of course, jumped up into my lap purring.
  
“She’s not going to bite you, you know?” Tracy said giggling some more. “You can pet her.”

I refrained from explaining to Tracy how cats make my eyes water and itch.
  
Tracy fixed her a glass of red wine and I drank a diet Coke which she had bought a 12 pack specifically for me and put it in the fridge. We talked about our day and my relatives.
  
“I just loved your dad,” Tracy said. “He’s so much fun and kind, too!”

Tracy really had a good time, but it was not my cup of tea. I didn’t tell Tracy this, though. Tracy is much more outgoing and much abler than I for such outings.
  
Tracy drank a second glass of wine and soon put the empty glass on the side table. She moved closer and closer to me until we were locked in an embrace and passionately kissing. She just laid one right on my smacker catching me by surprise. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and taste the red wine on Tracy’s tongue and it was a curious and pleasant sensation. I knew things were getting heated when she took her bra off. Curious fingers on both sides then began to explore previously forbidden places.
  
“I kept hoping you would make the first move, but I guess it was up to me,” Tracy told me almost breathless in a whisper and then she continued kissing me.

We finally and begrudgingly composed ourselves. Our clothes got put back in proper arrangements. I was ready to get home and see about my house and see about my Maggie. I had been gone all day. We passionately kissed one more time on her doorstep and then I was on my way home. I had a big grin on my face as I headed up the interstate. I keep telling myself to relish these first few weeks and months in our relationship. They are always the most exciting, vibrant and passionate.

Mr. Smooth Operator…

Last night was a flurry of activity brought about by Tracy’s imminent arrival. I have a Blu-ray disc of different fireplaces and picked a fireplace and put it on loop. I then turned the computer desk lamp on and turned the other main lamp off. The room flickered romantically from the fire on the TV screen. Next, I got the pizza in the oven. I wished I had a Digiornos pizza, but Red Baron had to suffice. Soon, Tracy’s black Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of my house.

“Hey sweetie,” she said as I opened the door.

Oh, my heart went into a whirl. She looked gorgeous last night despite having no makeup and her work clothes on.

“Hey gal,” I replied. “Come on inside.”

It is amazing what dogs know. Maggie has instantly welcomed Tracy into her pack. When Tuleana and Richard would come over, she would hide in the hall and look into the den apprehensively. I would have never thought Maggie would be the jealous type as she lay in-between Tracy and I as we sat on the couch. She was our referee.

We talked and talked and talked some more. I told her some things in my past and she didn’t balk. She had a few skeletons in her closet as well. We were really honest with each other last night.

11:00 pm rolled around and I told Tracy we better get some sleep. We both had to be up bright and early to arrive at the Humane Society. Tracy gave me our first kiss as she was leaving. It was just a peck on the lips, but a kiss none the less. It send a tingling down my spine and my heart had a few palpitations.

The Perils of a Work Place Romance…

Tracy and I were talking on the phone tonight and she was speaking of all these plans she had for us. I had to finally pull in the reigns.

“Things are moving much too fast,” I told her alarmingly. “We agreed to just remain friends.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone until she softly said, “Okay.”

“You know I will be your best friend forever and ever?” I replied. “You know that?”

“I know,” she said. “It’s all my fault. I just get carried away sometimes.”

“We still have to work together so no hard feelings?”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,” she told me sounding defeated.

It was one of the harder things I’ve had to do in recent memory. She sounded so brokenhearted. We said good night and Tracy said she wished she could give me a long hug goodbye.

“I’ll see you in the morning bright and early,” I told her. “We’ll talk more then.”