Finally caught up with him around 8:45. He's been hellaciously busy lately. Discussed this, that, and the other.
Mentioned Mr. Prez to him. ("Pfew! Now I'm off the hook!
" ... "I hope you got up the nerve to introduce yourself to him.") Explained that circumstances had introduced us, namely, that he was the president of the GSU. ("Show him what he's been missing!")
...I think someone needs to hit Darkside with the Shut The Fuck Up, Already stick. (Kidding. Really.
We had fun joking around, though. He teased me about my taste in men. Evidently he's noticed tall, glasses, and long hair as standards. "Um, digitalambience
?" (Referring, of course, to his hair; 1" was long for him.) Bad jokes were supressed. <3 I love that man. <3
He opened way up. I suppose I must have too. We talked about stuff that we wouldn't likely be mentioning to anyone else. I talk a lot about my day-to-day life, and my past, but I make very little mention of my dreams for the future... and he doesn't much mention past moments of emotional vulnerability in public either.
Mentioned Raven, and the current filling-in for the stork. "Well, he's a trickster, and that would
be the ultimate trick..." Enlightened him on my plans to avoid anything even remotely heterosexual for the next while.
If most calls feel like sitting next to each other at breakfast clasping hands, or a hug -- this one felt like lying next to him, arms wrapped around each other, with my face snuggled against his neck. Not so much romantic as intimate.
Brought up Return of the King
again. We both know that he hasn't the foggiest what his schedule's going to be like, and that I'm going to keep making him aware of me wanting to make that movie appointment with him.
The mere fact that we made so many references to anything remotely sexual tonight boggles me. Me hitting on a gay guy, the idea of me trying to seduce a gay guy, pubic hair, and Mr. Target Figure getting shot in the balls all came up. Darkside says the word "ass" to me all the time, figuring largely in the kicking of them in general, and mine in specific. The word "balls" stays out of our conversations, for the most part.