Back to reality

Well, I'm back here at work (listening to Carlos Gardel on my headphones but it's not helping).

We had a great time in L.A.... we always have a great time going on vacation together. The whole time Tom kept opening my car door, opening doors for me JEEEZUS! And BEJEBUS! he held my hand wherever we walked, and we had sex two times a day!!!! Jebezus.

That is why I like going away with Tom on vacation, he is so pliable or something... whenever we are in an elevator, or waiting for a valet, or just walking, he takes my hand or lets me put my arm around him, and of course I go against all my feminist sensibilities and cuddle against him everywhere, waiting in lobbies, waiting in restaurants, waiting for our car, and he lets me... he sees me across something -- whatever it is, a lobby, a restaurant, a street -- and he comes over and it is like a movie, he is not grouchy, he is like a teddy bear, he lets me fawn all over him... we walked down streets and I put my arm through his and he curled his arm up over mine, like "i'm taking this, she is mine"... and I was like, "holy shitebucket this is awesome!".

Anyway, course now we are back and he is withdrawn back into his work. But I will remember it. And I like to think, maybe he thinks about it too, but I'm not sure. He is so weird.

I am depressed back at work today.