Moody Meow

I met Luis in 1997.I felt his eyes on me as I shelved the History section in Borders. The conversation began easily. The immediate attraction lead to a quick roll in the sack. He liked my ass and my long, long hair. I loved his eyes and his wicked, mischievous smile. We smoked pot, and had sex on the couch of the house he was trying to sell. The divorce hadn’t gone through yet, and as we had sex in his room on a mattress on the floor. The soon-to-be ex-wife tried to bust through the lock that kept us from a truly embarrassing situation. She didn’t realize I was there, and naked, and screwing her soon-to-be ex-husband. Then we moved in together. Not together precisely. We moved in with four other people, to include his new girlfriend who was coming to move in with him from Vegas. We still had sex until the day she got there. Then the tension came in who really had a place with him. I held no delusions. We were very honest with each other. I maintained other relationship the whole time we slept together. The constant friction between the girlfriend and I (which never amounted to more than dirty looks and raised voices) and a growing drug addiction drew me North. Ft. Lauderdale called. I didn’t say goodbye. I had friends pack me into a big, rusted van with my few belongings and my cat and we were off. I never expected to see him again.

I knew Luisa (as I called him) had family in Orlando. I think he moved back up here to go to Full Sail We got together once for dinner and a quick conversation. The subsequent years have been spent saying hello at restarants. I am still interested in seeing who he is now. But, although he sees me online all the time, he says nothing. We saw him last night at Pei Wei. Luisa has a penchant for younger women (I think he was 28 when I was nineteen) and his dinner date was 22 (I asked). He looked thinner in the face, but with a beer belly. But the smile was the same. He joked with D, asking how he could “put up with me.” I think D just smiled. Luisa was years ago but I never regretted my time with him. I still think he has a big heart. It’s so big that one woman will never be ale to contain it. Never.

During our travels last night, we picked up a new blanket for the bed. I have a blanket fetish. I love duvets and big swaths of cloth that can swarm you with fabric. My friends know that I have a “woobie.” I didn’t name it. Someone else did (I think it was either D or Vanya or Frankie). If we watched a movie, I drug it to the couch so I could immerse myself in it. But it’s a freakin’ duvet, which means it is warm and heavy (and down alternative…because I don’t do feathers) made sleeping a chore. In theory it was nice, but it was also only a queen. We have a king bed. No sharing with D, who is a blanket thief anyway. Fast forward to Target. I’ve been eyeing a summer weight duvet for months now. We bought it. We needed a duvet cover. We bought it. I went to bed last night (alone, because D and Frankie went on a date) and had the best sleep I’ve had in weeks. Of course, there were contributing factors, such as exersize and a sleeping pill. But I knew I needed good sleep, and damn, if I didn’t get it last night.

We also picked up the last of my 80’s movies. Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal and the Untouchables. Good stuff. Easy to write about . I should get to that soon.

My fingertip still hurts from the cut on Monday. I was chopping onions for dinner, turned my head and S-l-i-c-e! The end of my finger started to bleed like mad. It still hurts