Why haven’t I asked the hunky,hot—and, hellooo, hung—G-spot-man to maybe think about making things more permanent? Or at least a little more…controlly?
Is too a word.
Honestly?
I don’t know. I don’t want to screw with perfection, maybe?
I know he hasn’t had the best track record with relationships. He’s bi—helloooo, hot spank bank fantasies for me—and finally gave up trying. Apparently he had someone he was serious aboutghost on him years ago, and it fucked him up emotionally.
I can respect that. He’s honest about his shortcomings.
He’s never, not once, asked me to pay for something for him, or asked me about money, or anything like that.
He’s never asked me foranything, other than to obey a few mutual ground rules, and the telling him if I want more thing.
I start to think about what happens if I do runfor president. About what things will change in my life.
No more midnight drop-in booty calls or home invasions, that’s for sure. It’d be impossible to hide what we have because of security.
One of these days, I’ll need to think about if I want to spend the rest of my life alone. Lately, I notice Christopher’s absence more than I thought I would.
Definitely more than I’ve ever noticed anyone’sabsence from my bed in the past.
It feels like I’ve already given him power that I didn’t even realize I had ceded. Power that he doesn’t even seem interested in, unless I mention it first.
Not sure how I feel about that, to be honest.
* * * *
Christopher stops by on his way home after three weeks out of the country, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a little differently about him nowthan ever before.
I missed him.
But I also have someplace to be tonight, and am now wishing I could take him with me. I think I’m hitting that point where I’m starting to feel like his secret.
I mean, yeah, Iamhis secret, and he’s my secret—okay, yes, the secrecy was by mutual assent.
Still, I’m thinking maybe I’m ready to shift into a new gear in my life. I want to be president.
Really,reallywant it.
I also know a single, middle-aged, never-married woman without a damned good reason for being single, like being divorced or widowed, probably isn’t going to get elected. Not in this environment. There’s too much wiggle room for people to exploit my bachelorettehood for their own causes.
Because, of course,whywould a heterosexual womanstaysingle when she’s never been marriedbefore?
Did you hear my eyes roll? I feel like it was audible.
Maybe because said single woman has a memory in her brain she can’t get rid of, and isn’t sure she should evenbemarriage material, much less has met someone she feels is marriage material who can handle her.
Well, until now.
Until Christopher.
But then as I’m getting ready for my event that evening, I receive an unexpected callfrom him. Have to say a little thrill rolled through me to hear from him so soon like that after having just said goodbye to him not that long ago.
Then he tells me something that perks my ears.
“This will sound crazy,” he says, “but I just found you your campaign manager for your presidential campaign.”
