Mother Nature is a fickle bitch. Not only did Aunt Flo descend on both myself and Kat, she also has a very bad case of the flu which thwarted our weekend plans with Doc. Doc decided to come over here for the night. I made him red curry mussels which were delicious and we drank wine and talked while fending off delirious fever fueled texts from a very sick Kat.
Everybody that meets Doc thinks that we should be together, and they tell us both. Over my birthday last year we had the conversation about why we just couldn't get it together and just BE together. The answer is simple, no chemistry. Mechanically everything works, he is a phenom with the ropes, we both get off when we fuck but it just is blah. It only took us eight years to put our finger on the problem. He is my family by choice and we love each other in spite of knowing every single dirty secret the other one possesses. He is my pudding, not my mate.
This morning, Doc and I went to breakfast with Daddy. Just sitting next to Daddy in the restaurant it took every ounce of self-control I have not to pounce on him. I'm not sure if this makes any sense but I can just FEEL the space between us...electrical. Our knees were touching under the table and from that tiny bit of contact my heart was racing and my skin was burning for more. Daddy was looking at me and I was immediately shy, I just couldn't look back. He has a hold over me that transcends consent, it is more of Mother Nature's wiley ways. I just am his. It is natural and as it should be. Ineffable.
Having two men that I love so much meet and get along means the world to me. I haven't had a chance to talk to Daddy but Doc gave his stamp of approval going as far as to tell me, "don't fuck this up. He is really good for you and just what you need. Stop thinking about it and just do it." Doc went further to say that in our eight year friendship he had only known me to be in love once, which he knew wouldn't work as it was a vanilla relationship. "This will work." HUGE snaps from Doc.
Kat sent more delusional texts to us today trying to lure us into her swine flu infestation zone. As much as I am disappointed, I really don't want to be tonguing the outbreak monkey so we passed. All good things in all good time. I will have to remember that with Daddy as well.
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