Valentines Day 2

There is just something about Greg’s bedroom. It has the same quality as my room from when I was a kid… it just makes you want to sleep haha. As soon as you go in you start to get drowsy, and it is almost impossible to wake up. It just gets so perfectly warm and cozy. So needless to say, when Greg woke up to run a few errands and told me to sleep in: I took him up on it.

A few hours later he returned, surprised, to find a slovenly boy still passed out in his bed haha. He reminded me that I was supposed to have been doing my homework and I reminded him that his exact words were “I want you to start working on your school work if you wake up”. Being that I had not woken up, I was clearly still well in-bounds.

He chuckled at my boyish and unfailing ability to find loopholes in the rules. Then he told me where he had gone. While I slept, covering his pillows in drool, he had been outside waiting in line (and it was cold) for tickets to a play. I had told him the previous night how I had only ever seen one Broadway show, so he decided to surprise me with a show.

We got showered and dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to midtown to go see the play. It was called Speed the Plow and it starred William H Macy. It was closing in a week and Greg had really wanted to see it. I had never heard anything about it, but love theatre and was really happy to be doing anything with Greg… corny, I know.

The play was fantastic; short, three characters, and really well done. All the actors were amazing, and I thoroughly enjoyed the writing. Not too mention, I was there with an incredibly sweet man who had taken me just because.

Its funny, I have never been with someone sweet. The only Sir I was ever involved with was reserved, and usually a bit cold. Don’t get me wrong, he was impossibly generous to me… but he wasn’t really sweet. It’s hard to explain really. I have only ever had one boyfriend in my life, and he wasn’t sweet either. It seems I have made a career out of being able to read deep into a man’s actions to be able to see how sweet they may be. This is the first time I have ever been interested in someone who just was sweet. Period. I don’t need to read anything…he just is really good to me. I’m not used to it.

Just wait till I tell you about dinner!