I bet you liked what was under that dress…

I looked over at Harmony while we were waiting for our smoothies, “I hate it when fat people wear tiny skirts.” I said, twisting my face with a small look of gross.

“That’s too small.” She replied. “Too, too, small.”

“Yeah.”

“I bet you liked what was under that skimpy little dress though.”

“Say what?!”

“Don’t play stupid, Frustrated!” Harmony said, giving me the eye that indicated that she saw me glance over at the girl that walked in with the form fitting, light cotton, colorful pattern, summer dress on. …about thigh high. Not that I really noticed though.

You could tell that the girl was wearing a thong (Yeah, she was hot. So what. I see hot girls all over the place in Puerto Rico. I just thought she looked nice!) due to the lack of panty lines on her nicely shaped ass. (again, not that I really noticed.) And when she stood in front of the glass display case, with the florescent lights within, you could see the silhouette of her legs, running all the way up to her hips, through the dress. But who was looking?

Obviously my girlfriend ;)

For the record, Harmony would have looked ten times better in the same dress. It just happened to catch my eye. It was much better than looking at the fat lady in the mini-skirt!

 

Of course I miss you! …who coughed?!

“Listen!” she said, assuming that I missed the first three times she said it. “I miss you.”

Harmony is staying at her mom’s tonight.

“I miss you too, baby.” Of course I do…

It’s one of those things you just sort of have to say. I don’t really get it, to tell you the truth. Of course I think about her and how great it is to pull her ass close into my hips while I’m falling asleep. But today, when I was reminding myself that I’ll have the apartment to myself tonight, I couldn’t help but think about that cold, refreshing (A/Cs fucking rock here in Puerto Rico!), master bedroom, queen-size bed, all to myself; to stretch and mangle however I please!

Is it wrong? Nobody minds a little time to themselves. But I miss you ;) No, no, take your time, baby. Tell your mom I said Hi.

In other news: My sex strike failed miserably. I’ve effectively decided that I’m weak; I’m guy. Beach, bikini, oversized board shorts, waves, palm trees. …her getting that frisky look in her eye. God, who wouldn’t fail miserably at keeping it in their pants! I’m only human!

And after all of two days or so of creating this secret blog, I left one of the WordPress drafts minimized on my desktop. Shit! It was titled “Sex strike… I’m weak!” So much for keeping the identity of this complaining asshole a huge secret.

“Did you see the new picture I put on the desktop?” I asked her, glancing at it before launching a web browser; talking to her on the phone.

“Yeah. I loved it!”

“It’s cool. I like that one.”

“About that actually…” She mused, over the phone.

“Ah, fuck!” I said, hardly taking an entire second for my reaction to give myself away. I changed the tone in my voice to something more cheery; a little naive. “What’s up? About what?”

“You know what I’m talking about, Frustrated.”

“…What?” I said, dragging the vowel out.

“Uh-huh… Listen, Frustrated…”

She used to read another blog of mine that was a little more visible; lots of people that I knew were reading it. (Including her.) This one will be far from that. It’s really more for me. …you can gauge that by the fact that I will frequently tell you, the reader, to fuck off in here.

I established my position. “Listen, Sweety. You don’t worry about my writings. They’re for me. …Only me.”

“Uh-huh…”

She’ll find this thing eventually. One day I’ll forget to clear Mozilla’s history… Plus she knows I’m up to something now. She’ll be looking for me to slip again. Not going to happen! And then she’s going to kick my ass when she finds it. I love you, darling. Take this into account when you find this miserable place ;) I will not bend, though!