~Monday, April 09, 2012

Fast Foward

It had been storming for most of last week. The rain started during the third inning of my kickball game. Lightning was farther out but approaching. We typically try to push through games because sitting in your car in the parking lot for a half hour to wait out the storm is worse than getting wet and muddy.

The rain eased into a full downpour. The lightning arrived in hot flashes. New teams waiting for the next game sat in shelter. Honestly, it felt a little bad ass to be crouching next to a plate and shouting at the players during the storm. Mascara ran, my feet squished in my socks and locks of my ponytail clung to the back of my neck. We won, which helped the bad-ass feeling.

I learned Abraham's game was canceled as I squished into the local bar to meet him. I sat in my own puddle. There was distinct divide between players who had played and the players whose games never started. We looked like drowned rats.

"Aww, poor thing," he cooed when he saw me.

He offered to buy me a beer, but I shook my head. "I'm wet and I'm cold and I'd really just like to go home and take these clothes off and lay in bed and watch TV."

Abraham dug in his pocket and gave me his house keys. "I won't be long," he said. We discussed this contingency when my allergies had flared earlier that afternoon and I said I didn't feel well.

"Take your time," I said as I pecked him on the lips and left the bar.

At Abraham's place I peeled off my clothes and draped them over his bathtub. I picked a t-shirt of his out of his closet and a pair of boxers out of his dresser and put them on. Then I padded to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water and the glass of m&ms he had bought just for me. I climbed into his bed and turned on the TV. It wasn't weird being there without him.

Within a couple of hours I heard noise at the front door. "Honey, I'm home," he called as he entered his bedroom. He chuckled at his own joke.

"Kiss," I instructed. He obeyed. "Did you have a good time with your friends?"

"Meh." He reached his hand out to me. "Do you want to watch New Girl? It's recorded on the DVR in the living room."


I accepted his hand and he tugged me out of bed. "Come on, my girl. See what I did there?"

I laughed.

"I like you in my boxers," he admired as he swatted my butt and chased me into the living room.

This is the life I'd rather be living.


Bathwater said...

I think we'd all like to be living that life. I wish I could hold on to it for more than a few weeks.

Dawn said...

This is the life that you ARE living.

Isn't it??

Sarah said...

Oh yes! I just meant in comparison to the last post and the life I used to live.

Anonymous said...

LOVE this post! You both deserve it.

The Singleship said...

I echo what Bathwater said!

Dawn said...

Thanks for the clarification. I didn't make the connection and I thought that you were setting the stage that the event was in the past and that you and Abraham are no longer.

By the way, I'm really loving this relationship that you're having with him. I'm not sure what it is -- I can't put my finger on it, really -- but it's REAL.

Nope, I just figured it out. When you wanted to leave the bar and he handed you his keys to wait for him at his house. That clinched it for me. He didn't feel the need to go with you and you weren't upset that he sent you without coming along. I really liked that. Why? Because that's real life.

Anonymous said...

I used to love hanging at my boyfriend's house when he wasn't there! Too cute!

Je m'appelle Danielle said...

I think playing ball in the mud is officially "badass".

I agree with bath, we all would like to be living a life of similar proportions.

Anonymous said...

Playing sports in a storm is totally bad ass. I love your relationship with Abe...you have no idea ho much you deserve this.

Kris said...

I just read through all your archives over the past week or two, and I really enjoyed reading about your journey. It looks like you have come a long way over the years and am glad that things are going so well for you now! Good luck with everything and please keep up the blogging!

Scrumps said...

Awwww - this is what I love to read! :)


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