It’s been a busy, stressful 2 weeks. Lots of traveling and disruption of my routine. This had some pretty horrific effects on my libido and as recently as yesterday morning I was wondering where it went and when it was going to come back.
I found it! Cam is busy coding, but I am going to try and drag him off after dinner.
Despite both being tired and out of sorts, we trekked up to the city for the Folsom Street Fair yesterday.
It Was Awesome.
We made it once before, but didn’t make any purchases or anything. This time we were much more participatory. I’ll be writing about the fair over the next few posts, mostly because so much went on both at the fair and in my head.
More later. I have got to actually go to work.
The past 2 weeks have been incredibly busy. Ended up going to SoCal to be at a friends’ wedding last week. Then this week I was off for a 3 day conference.
The wedding was awesome. J&T have been together for 10 years now, and a few months ago J IM’d me saying “hey, did you know that Town is in California?” After a few moments of me being confused she clarified. “It’s legal for us to get married in California.” LIGHT BULB!! The wedding itself was lovely, 2 beautiful brides incredibly happy and utterly romantic.
It was very, very neat how many people were supportive. The wedding itself was held on a boat before a dinner cruise. At the dinner, the DJ introduced all the special events, including J&T. Throughout the evening people were coming up and congratulating them and telling them how wonderful it was. Likewise, as we walked to the boat there were a number of people on the street offering support and congratulations.
For my own part, I feel quite privileged to be witness #1 on their marriage license. It is, in the grand scheme of things, not a big deal. And, yet, it feels like I get to be a part of history. And I’m honored they trust I will stand up for them, if the need ever arises.
A few days after the wedding J IM’d me and the first thing she said, before Hello! even, was “MARRIED SEX ROCKS!” which made me giggle. Cam, hearing me giggle asked what was so funny. I told him and he just commented “sometimes.”
pbtbtbtbtbt. He’s such a riot.
Recently there hasn’t been much married sex around here, but what it’s lacked in quantity it’s more than made up for in quality. We’re planning on heading up to Folsom Sunday, which should be fun. I would really like to get a corset, but am body shy enough I’m not sure I can try one on in public. Cam, being his uber supportive self, says “just wear a clean bra, it will be fine. Or, you could go to the local_lingerie_store and buy new stuff.” He stops for a moment, grins and says, “There aren’t many fairs where before you go you have to buy new underwear.”
Disjointed and random, but I’m finding it hard to focus.
Before I met and married Cam I spent years living alone in different parts of the country. Being female and without a roommate around meant I had to either develop the confidence and coping skills to be outside alone after dark or be stuck at home. As with many other women, I am aware of my surroundings, park somewhere well lit, keep keys in my hand… all those things you’re supposed to do.
And now, just because I’m married, and I have someone around doesn’t mean I think to ask or even expect protection. That makes it even more special, even inside-meltingly-adorable, when he does something protective.
Two incidences come to mind. One, we were headed home from somewhere one evening and needed to stop for gas. I was driving. It is usual around here that whomever is driving gets to pump. I picked someplace well lit, that seemed safe, and pulled in. As I got out of the car, Cam got out with me. I remember looking at him a bit quizzically, because usually he doesn’t get out with me. He smiled and said I’m just out here being obviously male. *melt*
Earlier this week we were at the wedding. I was driving the van and it was parked a half mile or so down the waterfront from the boat. As the cruise ended and we were preparing to leave, I was going to go get the van so the brides didn’t have to walk. I looked up to tell Cam I was leaving and he asks me if I’m ready. “I’m not going to let you walk down this waterfront alone.” Once again, I melt.
It’s really hard for me to articulate why this is so special to me. I think some of it is because he doesn’t make a big deal about it and because he’s never said “no, don’t do X, that’s not safe.” Instead, he lets me do what I want or need to do, but just goes with me in order to be “obviously male.” It makes me feel treasured, but not in a fragile, doll-like, can’t take care of myself sort of way. He gives me the courtesy of treating me as someone who can take care of herself. He trusts me to be able to handle what might come up, it’s just other people he doesn’t trust.
Anyway, it’s one of those little things he does that makes me love him more every day.
I have like 3 blog posts sitting in my brain, but am horribly busy. Maybe I’ll get a chance to sit and write while I’m on some of my upcoming cross country plane trips. Or, I’ll just read JD Robb novels. They’re wonderful plane books and I never read them except on planes. That and Cosmo *rolling eyes*.
We had some awesome early morning sex in a hotel recently. We were in a cheap Best Western with paper thin walls. Around 6am a nearby alarm went off waking me up. Cam was still asleep, but I saw his sexy naked body and just couldn’t resist cuddling up to him. Happily, he didn’t mind his wakeup cuddle and we indulged in some leisurely foreplay.
I expect that we… er… I graced the neighbors with an interesting wakeup call. The actual sex was really good and I was a little more vocal (I think) than usual. I suspect I am now the subject of “OMG, you’ll never guess…” stories from nearby hotel guests. But, hey, it was good and they never saw me so they’ll never know.
I’m off on a business trip alone next week. Last time we were apart involved a shopping trip, a new vibe and the impetus for this blog. Wonder what this trip will lead to?
Two separate encounters in the kitchen today.
Encounter 1:
Us: *making lunch*
Me: *grab his oh so cute butt*
Cam: *move out of the way*
Me: Oh, no, that was me just feeling you up, not a request to move.
Cam: Hard to tell.
Me: *rummaging in fridge*
Cam: *putting mustard back in fridge, rubbing my breast*
Me: *move out of the way*
Cam: Oh, no, that was me feeling you up, not a request to move.
Encounter 2:
Me: *making martini for Cam*
Cam: *making lime/rum drink for me*
Me: I’m sure there’s something deeply symbolic in us making each other’s drinks instead of our own.
Tonight’s dinner was a localvore dinner: grilled rib eye steak, grilled corn, beans from the farmers market and a nice Pinot Noir from David Bruce. It was one of those deeply satisfying meals that is a perfect mix of really good ingredients, cooked well and harmonizing on the plate and the palate.
I am more than pleased with how the steaks turned out. They were smack dab in the middle of “perfectly cooked”: medium rare, crusty on the outside, pink and juicy on the inside, seasoned only with sea salt and pepper. Cooking on the grill is always a bit of a challenge. Tonight, it was awesome.
Happy Fiona. Happy Cam.
Some days, in fact many days, it is the little indulgences that put a smile on my face. Today… today the smile comes from a maraschino cherry.
Maraschino cherries were special treats that I never got at home when I was growing up. They were reserved for the very rare trips to have ice cream sundaes at Friendly’s and the even more rare trips out to fancy dinners with the adults, where I was allowed to order a Shirley Temple. I always loved the sweet, syrupy treats, even now. And yet, it always seems that having cherries in the house is somehow too indulgent. That they are “outside” treats, not inside treats.
Well, we were at the store recently, and I picked up a jar. They then sat in the cabinet for weeks, while I was waiting for the appropriate time to treat myself. The question is: why? Why did I deny myself something that is, in so many ways, a trivial indulgence.
So here I sit, with a giggly smile on my face, having munched one cherry and waiting until I finish a bit more of my cocktail to eat the other.
In the spirit of indulging and treating myself, I’ll bring out the nice sheets and the good lingerie and the special candles this evening. I think Cam will appreciate that, too.
Us: *cuddling*
Me: It’s 11pm, we’re still alive.
Cam: Do you know how many ways the LHC is not going to cause the end of the world?
Me: I read it on the internet, it must be true! Hey, maybe my clock is fast.
Cam: My clock says it’s 10:59.
Me: See! We could still die!
Cam: Stephen Hawking himself told me that blackholes below a certain size will evaporate.
Me: What does he know about blackholes?
Us: *laughing* *more cuddling*
The Large Hadron Collider is scheduled to fire up Sept 10 at 9 am Geneva time. That works out to about 11pm Sept 9 here in pacific time.
Clearly we need to have mindblowing sex this evening before 11pm just in case the world is destroyed. Not that it will be. The other half actually worked on a synchrotron and is a math geek. He assures me that the world will not end and has even explained some of the math behind it.
But, hey, if the world does end I want to be savoring the afterglow when it happens.
EDIT: Apparently, they’re not colliding tonight, they’re just pumping the first round of protons into the accelerator. Everything is going to be going in the same direction. No Boom. At least at the LHC. He tells me that if I want an excuse, he will come up with a multitude of ways that protons will be colliding this evening inside the LHC ring.
ScienceDaily (Sep. 7, 2008) — A new study found that trained sexologists could infer a woman’s history of vaginal orgasm by observing the way she walks. The study is published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine.
Go read the whole article.