Man-Size (man_size) wrote,
Man-Size
man_size

Found

SBX and I shared a LOST weekend. Literally. Last weekend, we spent the largess of our time watching season one of LOST. We fell in love with the premise and the characters and the narrative structure. It sparked many philosophical discussions, especially ones about god and how past actions inform present decisions. It created that water cooler atmosphere for soap opera hyperbole and second-guessing that we miss now that we're both working fulltime freelance from our respective homes. There were many times when our eyes burned from indulging hours of tv pixel radiation but we just had to watch the next episode! We had a blast. So much so, SBX paid for and downloaded into her laptop all episodes of the second season to date, so we could catch up and watch the rest of the series as it unfolds with the rest of America in the coming weeks.

Except for 24, The People's Court, and the occasional terror inspired news on CBS, I am no slave to modern television. In fact, I don't have cable and my antennae is sometimes aided by a coat hanger for stormy nights. SBX is morally against television. She'd rather read literature than be seduced by the trite predictability of situation comedy and melodrama. The stuff that lets many a fried mind escape from their daily perdition. So, it was a cool way for us to bond over a popular television show and find much food for fodder.

Our "Lost Weekend" consisted of just hanging around and not doing much of anything. Which, if you know either one of is a preposterous proposition. Our minds race and we analyze everything. We're quite annoying in that way. I'm always behind on some deadline with too many ideas I want to bring to fruition while SBX has too many responsibilities between career, motherhood, and maintaining a home. It's rare for us to sit idle and let the hours tick by. Being lazy is not our forte and neither is camping out in the confines of my living room and bed. However, we realized that this was important for our mental and romantic health. She even pulled out a couple of naughty standards to keep our couch potato laden loins in practice. And, when SBX left for her abode on Tuesday morning, it was a culture we didn't want to let go of.

Hitting the art able, I got back to work on my current projects while juggling a week of many late night social events. The stuff a mother of two young daughters can't attend unless she's made of money for baby-sitters and doesn't have the senses-shattering wake up call of 6AM to scuttle said daughters butts off to their respective schools. I'm starting to get used to the pros and cons of SBX's schedule [as does she mine] while making myself present at important functions and social events sans partner-in-crime until our schedules loosen up in the coming years. Which means, I often crash at home so I'm not the sassy boyfriend crawling into bed late at night waking up a noise sensitive house.

Like I mentioned before, this week was packed solid with nocturnal affairs and my boyfriend duties were compromised. So, I woke up where I usually wake up during the work week: in my bed. And, like I always do when I wake in my apartment alone, I stare out my window. It's the first shaft of light I confront for the oncoming day. Only, something was different this week. Something that made me think about SBX even more than usual and got me all randy before I brewed my first cup of coffee. I couldn't put my finger on it until this morning. Four mornings went by before I noticed something dangling in front of that first shaft of light. A carrot of sorts meant to tease the cockles as my body shook awake and I rubbed the sand from my eyes. A garment to keep me in check. To remind me of how everything around me, like the tv show LOST, is in the details.





And, like a quiet siren, her empty garter belt dangling above keeps a chump like me on one knee, praying to her alter like the only kind of religion that makes any sense.
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

  • 28 comments