Welcome Home Kiss

My man came home today. He is sleeping right now so I thought I would post something tonight. Tonight is daylight savings time in Ireland. So I decided to get up and turn the clocks back and make some hot chocolate.

It was only a little over three months that he was in Africa, but that is a long time when you love someone you're not able to see them, hold them, and share life with them. Plus I worried a lot about him because the part of Africa he was in is not a stable place and life doesn't seem to matter much to those who have the power to take it.

He looks good, he has lost weight, about 25 pounds. I will need cook him his favorite foods all week and try to get some meat back on his bones. He is really tan too. A tan looks really good on him, but he will loose it quickly here in cloudy, rainy Dublin.

I was lying there next to him just watching him sleep, watching him breath. So many times when he was gone I would dream or think of him and reach out to his side of the bed to cold sheets. But tonight I was able to reach over and touch him and it wasn't a dream.

I asked him about his time in Africa and he said he didn't want to talk about it today. He said in due time he will tell me, he just wants to get back to being here. He did mention he saw things that broke his heart many times, so I will not push him to discuss. I will let him tell me when he is ready.

Its cold outside, but the heat from the fireplace has this place nice and warm. I was sitting on the couch just a few minutes ago thinking about things. While he was gone, this place seemed dreary and empty and cold. Tonight he is resting in his bed, there is a nice orange glow to the room from the fire, and my cats are resting on the rug in front of the fireplace and I sat here thinking how this place is now once again a home. I'm going to put another log on the fire, finish drinking my cup of hot chocolate and then get back to bed. I'm not tired so I think I will just lay there for awhile and watch him sleep.

Home

I was awakened this morning by the phone ringing. It was my man, he is on his way home. He will be here tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon.

It was so good to hear his voice and I can't wait to see him and hold him, and smell him, and kiss him. Ok, let me clarify, the smell him part will wait til he has a shower. And the kiss will have to wait until he brushes his teeth. Oh and the holding him, not until he changes out of those dirty clothes he traveled in. Hmm, I think I may have to just meet him at the door and shake his hand and hand him a toothbrush and throw him right in the shower. After that, then I will hold him, and kiss him, and love him up.

But then again he will probably be hungry and he will be talking about food, which will make me hungry. But I have nothing at my place to eat and he has nothing at his place to eat, which means I need to go grocery shopping today. Wonder if he likes pumpkin cheesecake? After we eat then I will hold him, and kiss him, and love him up.

But then again, I worked double shifts this week and was planning on sleeping in today but he woke me up early with a phone call. Now I have to go shopping, clean his apartment, do a lot of cooking, by the time he comes home tomorrow I am going to be really, really tired.

Him coming home tomorrow just doesn't work for me. He will have to postpone it until I am well rested. I should call and tell him this. But then again...

Sasquatch

OK, I love hairy men but he is taking it to the extreme. Imagine waxing that....ooh, ouch!

Maybe if I had hair like that I wouldn't need to worry about taking a coat with me when I go out into the Irish cold weather. But hell, I get so hot now and I have no body hair except my head, underarms, and crotch. Although I do have kind of hairy legs.

If I was hairy like that I would have to go naked or my body temp would be running extremely high. I get so hot, that the minute I get home I strip down.

I often wonder if I am going to be one of those people who spontaneously burst into flames. Laugh all you want, but its true. So if you are ever talking to me and I suddenly disappear and all you see is a pile of smoking ash, guess you'll know the answer to that thought.

A Friendly Visit

The week is over, the double shifts are over. I am off work next week. Happy dance. I was going to go to bed early last night, but my friend Hamish came to visit me. He brought me a pumpkin cheesecake his mom made. We had a slice and it was really, really good.

We went out for a drink and I of course didn't take a jacket with me, just had a sweatshirt and t-shirt underneath and now I feel like I am getting a cold. I really need to get into wearing a coat. I get hot really easy so I hate wearing them. But its so cold here in Ireland that without wearing one the chances of getting sick are very high. In all fairness to my stupidity we were only running right down the street for a drink, but then we changed plans and went to visit my roomie at work and get some food to bring home and eat. So that added to the distance of walking around in the cold weather.

Morning Already

I swear I just laid down to sleep and its already time to get up.

Resting Between Shifts

I am still working double shifts this week so I can take time off next week when my man comes home. I was able to get some rest this evening and ate some spaghetti my roomie cooked. Now it's back to work for a night shift. My roomie has to go to work tonight too, so I'm sure my cats are waiting for us to leave any minute now so they can have a party.

My Cowgirl Friends

This past weekend when I was sick and lying around the house, I had a lot of time to think. I started thinking about people back home in the states and wondering what they were doing and I started to feel a little homesick. I got a call from Jen and we talked for a long time about home and what everyone was doing. Just wanted to say a special thank you to the girls from back home who brighten my life. I love you girls. Everytime I hear this song of think of my special group of girls back home and the fun times we've had. Love you all!

Sick Day

This weekend was a waste. My new roomie and I both got sick and all we did was lay around the house watching television and moaning and groaning like two little boys. Men do not handle sickness very well. We like to be pampered when we are sick. Fortunately one of our neighbors came over and made us chicken noodle soup and did the whole motherly thing. It was really nice of her to do. When I am feeling better this week I will call and order some flowers to be delivered to her as a thank you.

I talked to my man, he will be coming home next week. This week I am putting in double shifts so I can take some time off next week when he comes home. I am going to get a nice hot shower right now, then get to bed. Hopefully I will feel better when I wake in the morning for work or it will be a long week.

I Miss You - Darren Hayes

Still waiting for my man to call me about when he is coming home. He said it would be before the end of October, so that leaves two weeks. Everytime the phone rings, or I hear something at the door I think its him. I am not a very patient person and I have to admit I am tired of waiting. Come home soon.

I Miss Summertime

We took the boat out tonight. It was cold, no it was freezing. I had to wear a t-shirt, sweatshirt, a hoody, and a nylon jacket. I was afraid if I fell over I wouldn't be able to get back up. I will need to buy one of those life alert buttons and carry it with me! Help, I've fallen and can't get up!

I miss the warm days out on the water when you would see many guys in a state of undress. Now everyone is covered up, sniffling, red-nosed, with chattering teeth. Not very sexy. Winter is rough for a gay man on the seas.

My new roomie went out with us on the boat for the first time tonight. He had never had this experience before. He was loving it at first until the cold set in. The rest of the night all he would speak is I need hot shower and hot chocolate. Which is what we did when we got home. To clairfy that comment, we had showers separately, but we shared the hot chocolate. Just clearing that up. But he did poke me marshmallow with his finger. The naughty little boy.

My Strange But Wonderful Friends

A lot of people have emailed me stating that it seems my friends and I have a great, fun relationship and it reminds them of their own circle of friends. Last night my new flat mate and I we're checking out music videos online and I happened to mention couple of my friends are in Irish bands back in the states. When showing him the videos they had made, I came across these videos.

So for all those wondering what me friends are like, here you go. The guy in the pink shirt(who is one of my best friends) and the guy in the yellow shirt are my two friends. Here they are back in Spring when I went home for the Celtic Festival. After all the bands play, they all come on stage to take a bow. This is called the Ceili. My two friends joined with a few others to pretend jump rope. After watching this, you will have a better understanding of my weird friends and what its like when we are all together.

Westlife - Home

This is their newest single. Shane still looks so damn hot. Dedicated to my man with the thought that he will be home soon. Missing you.

New Flat Mate

Today I got a flat mate. Yes, for those who knew I was thinking of this, I finally made a decision. I said yes he could stay until he gets on his feet and can get his own place. Having a flat mate is not what I had planned to happen, but I couldn't turn him away with no place to stay and the weather getting colder each day.

For those who don't know the story, I have been stopping into a local restaurant at least twice a week for dinner while my man is in Africa. There was one waiter who always seemed to be there when I stopped in. At first we didn't make much small talk, I would just give my order, he would take it, I would pay for the food and leave. But after awhile we both overcame our shyness and struck up conversations about our lives and our days while I waited for my food. Before long I was actually looking forward to stopping into the eatery not for the food, but to have a conversation with him. One evening I stopped in and two girls were flirting with him, teasing him that he looked like that guy that played Ryan on the OC. When he told me this, I had to agree. He does resemble him. He laughed and said he has been told that numerous times since that show started. That was the usual routine where he was concerned in my life.

This past week, he was not in to work when I stopped during the week. On Friday I stopped in and he was at work, but had a swollen, black eye. I found out he was still living at home while he put himself through college. His father is an alcoholic and almost burned the house down falling asleep with a cigarette in his hand. He got mad at his father, poured his drink down the kitchen sink. When his Dad found out, he lit into him, they had a fight and his father beat him and threw him out of the house. I asked where he was staying and he told me he had no where to go. That his boss was letting him stay in the office at night.

After leaving on Friday night, I kept thinking of him all weekend and after analyzing it all, I offered for him to stay at my place until he can get on his feet. After much back and forth, he came home with me last night. He is still sleeping on the couch right now as I get ready for work.

Part of me is saying what did you do this for, you shouldn't have gotten involved with other people's problems. But then another part of me is saying I am doing the right thing. People come into each others life for a reason. What kind of person would I be if I didn't help him? What kind of person would he become if he felt he had no one and no place in this world? Sometimes its only when we are really lost that we can truly be found.

Scenes Of Ireland

My Man Is Coming Home Soon

I had an email arrive this morning. It was from my man and in it he states he will be home before the end of the month if all goes well. He said he is tired of the heat of Africa and is ready for the cold of Ireland. Now I am excited and can't wait for his return.

Irish Autumn

Call Me Soon, Waiting By The Phone

I received another letter recently from my man. He is doing good, or so he says in his letter. In the letter he said he would call me soon. That was a few days ago. I have been hanging by the phone for him to call. Now every time my phone rings I get excited only to find out its not him yet. Can you tell I am very impatient? I just want to hear his voice.

Too Cute

Brandon Stokley - Denver Broncos American football

Early Morning

Another day of work. It is dark when I go to work in the mornings and it gets dark shortly after I leave work in the afternoons. Winter is fast approaching. Most people are still in bed here in Ireland or just going to bed in the States. But for me, its the start of another day. Everyone sleep tight. Its gonna be a cold walk to work this morning.

Winter Is Not Far Away

Its getting colder every night!

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