?

Log in

No account? Create an account
entries friends calendar profile My Website Previous Previous Next Next
Happy Valentines, Guyster - Sing With Me If It's Just For Today...
If I should fall behind, Guyster, wait for me.
guysterrules
guysterrules
Happy Valentines, Guyster
Some scoff at Valentines Day as corporate manipulation and I say, “Yeah? So?” For Billy and me, it was a time to shamelessly wear red and give each other silly gifts. Our first Valentine was coated in the blush of new love, and then there was our Vegas Valentine spent with Kristine W, a great weekend on which I need to elaborate someday. Even the time we lived apart, with Billy ensconced in Scott’s apartment, we spent the night together. But one of the simplest and most satisfying Valentines we had was in New York.

During our winter in back east, the city was socked with sixteen blizzards; each on closing down Broadway and allowing those crazy enough a chance to skip in knee high snow down the middle of the street. Right before Valentines Day of that year, I was one of those who plodded and fought my way to the subway, and I made it to Macys.

One of our favorite destinations when we moved to New York was Macys. Its rickety wooden escalators on which he would ride backwards, facing downward while going up because he said it was more fun that way, and the sheer vastness of its inventory could keep us entertained all day long. One day we had a perfume fight. It started with me sneaking up behind him while having to walk through the half block of cosmetics and spritzing him in the back of the head. Without a beat, he came right back at me and soon we were weaponed with bottles of Jovan Musk or Calvin Klein, and we were taking no prisoners. No. We were taken as prisoners by one of the largest men we’d ever seen as he escorted us out the door.

The weekend before Valentines that year, I bought a bright red and white striped terry cloth bathrobe. One time he confided that one of his fantasies was finding me in a robe, watching a game on TV, and he would slyly reach over and let one thing lead to another. For Christmas that year, he had bought me a long thick bathrobe and his hand found its place more than once followed by his warm, soft mouth. That year, though, I imagined us sitting on the couch, each in our bathrobes and each available underneath. I snuck the Macys box into our apartment and hid it in the front closet.

The night before Valentines, we went out to dinner at a nearby Italian restaurant and came home a little dizzy from all of the food. He walked into the apartment and turned on the lights. I followed him, lit some candles, and switched the lights off. I went to the closet and brought out the box. He spied it and said, “Noooo,” giving the simple word more syllables for playful emphasis. He jumped up and ran to the bedroom, coming back with boxes of his own. His arm jerked out with a card in his hand. I opened it and it said, “You’re my guy, that’s for sure. I’ll love you now and forever more.” Following his little poem, he wrote, “I love you so much, Terry, I really do.”

“You know I mean that!” he emphasized.

“I knooow,” I answered in our song. We snuggled on our green leather loveseat and we watched TV, swathed in terry cloth. He put his head on my chest and soon I started to hear the rhythmic and unmistakable sounds of his sleep. I kissed the top of his head and nudged him to go to bed. Sleepy and playfully pouting, he took my hand and soon we were spooned, his pencil eraser nipple tucked in the web of my forefinger and my middle finger. In a blink, I was drooling and snoring in synch with him, feeling a level of comfort never known to me before because I knew that I had finally found my Valentine.
5 comments or Leave a comment
Comments
From: inkprincess Date: February 13th, 2004 10:57 am (UTC) (Link)
awwwww. so sweet.

Happy Vday!
twillhead From: twillhead Date: February 13th, 2004 02:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is another beautiful entry. Bear hugs to you, my Man.
ubermunkey From: ubermunkey Date: February 16th, 2004 11:07 am (UTC) (Link)
coated in the blush of new love. how wonderful that phraze is. I like the reblush of old love that gets a face lift every once in a while too. Reblush, I don't think that is a word but I hope it gets my point acrost. Reading your journal and reliving some of your experiences with you makes me think of times and experiences with Mike where I'll be sitting with him having dinner and for some odd reason the moment stretches and distorts and it is as if he is this magical being whom I have never met before.
guysterrules From: guysterrules Date: February 16th, 2004 02:11 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re:

What strikes me, Connor, when I read yours and Mike's journal is how similar your interaction is to Billy's and mine. In fact, I sometimes think that if Billy had joined LJ, you two would have really liked reading and getting to know one another. You remind me a great deal of Billy and that, my friend, is the highest compliment I can pay someone.
ubermunkey From: ubermunkey Date: February 17th, 2004 09:30 am (UTC) (Link)
thank you for that,

I do take it as high honor as most if not all of what you have written about billy, who he is, and how he interacts with the world around him resonates with someone I'd like to be more like.

If that sentence makes any sense.

at any rate I am honored.
ciao
5 comments or Leave a comment