The move in date is getting closer and closer. It has been about seven years since I lived with a man. I don't know how this is gonna go down and I am a little bit nervous but I am also really excited. I have always wanted to try this kind of arrangement with someone I was involved with. In fact when I was younger and thought of marriage I had always envisioned marrying someone who could understand the concept of personal space. However I wouldn't want that to be a forever thing. I would want to build up to perhaps sharing a very large bed. I just can't stand being smothered. But then sometimes I can't stand not being touched. I want him to talk to me, but then I wish he would shut up. You know I am just a big spoiled rotten little girl. I know it is very difficult to live with me and I hope he is up for the challenge. We are moving into an apartment very much like the one he is in now. But I get my own room, washer and dryer connections and free reign to decorate as I please. Not to mention the absolute veto power that I have come to enjoy when he tries to put up WWF posters etc. Although I have decided that it would be a good idea to let him have one little corner all for his Star Wars action figures, his replica of the Millenium Falcon, various other fighter type ships, his collection of light sabers, and his Queen Amidala/Padme' dolls. If not for a certain aesthetic, then at least for the peace it may bring me, to let him have a little of his input be acknowledged. I must say this though, I loved it that when I came home yesterday, he had cleaned the bathroom floor...it has been bugging me for quite some time now, but that was there before I came to stay. I didn't quite feel like I should have done it even though I very much wanted to. He vaccumed, tidied up in the bedroom, and some dishes were done, yay! And although I was too exhausted when I got home to fully fawn upon him and his great accomplishments that day, I kissed him all over his face and neck through half closed,weary eyes and promptly fell into a sound slumber with a smile upon my face.
Goddesses need love too
One goddesses tale of her journey from the nightclub scene and online dating to one day finding her own godlike mortal man and other goddess lore
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