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Tonight- couldnt do it. Didnt do it. she came over, we sat, watched a film, killed a bottle of wine, and chatted. It was honest to goodness great to have someone over and just able to shoot the shit with them. We talked about EVERYTHING. But alas, I rather engage her in conversation than in booty talk.
Dont get me wrong, I am patting myself on my back because I didnt try to do something aimed at getting her in a position where shed have some explaining to do when she got home. We saw a very nice film, one of my favorites- The Tiger and The Snow. Finished a bottle of Reisling together, ate a bag of pomegranete Jelly Bellies...talked some more about how young I was and how old she was (me 25, her 36). And enjoyed each others company.
Thinking about it, maybe it was because I dont think I necessarily miss the physical aspect of being with a woman, but the emotional aspect that comes with it. The small things. Watching a smile born in her eyes. Feeling her hair as my fingers brush past a few strands as im making my way to her back. Touching her hand softly while making my point. Whatever it is. I miss it.
But tonight it really was just borrowing that feeling. Because she will be going home in a week to her husband. And she will be able to go home and not be guilty about things she did out here. And well, I think ive picked up another friend.
Great. There really is no more room for all these damn friend ladders that Ive accumalated.
Shame on you Baghdad, you have stolen my mojo.
