Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna brought me to another movie. She's staring over my shoulder so I can tell her that she's beautiful. I think she's exceptionally pretty. So let her stare over my shoulder as I type.

By the way, thank you for asking me out so often and the coffee, while we're doing laundry together you can stare over my shoulder as I type. By the way, don't keep giggling, but I want you in bed- you have the nicest body.

Tommorow afternoon ok? My Treat.

Venite-Donna took me to dinner and brunch again, Prayed in the chruch of Oliver Wendell Holmes

Donna prayed at the chancel of King's Chapel.
It was the church of the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. I had never heard of the poetess Sara Apthorp who also attended church services there. Apparently the church was built in 1754 and the pulpit dates back to 1717.

Last night she took me to dinner again, cheeseburger, fries, coffee. This afternoon she brought me for a french toast bagel and coffee and then thought that she would bring me to another movie, but took me to dinner again instead-cheeseburgers, fries and coffee.
She again said that she may have orgasmed- it was the longest oral foreplay session thought possible or ever experienced.

Donna bought me dinner, said she my have orgasmed

Last night Donna brought me to dinner again, cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries. That's the third time in about week that she has. She evidently likes their mocha.
Last night she said that she may have orgasmed. She watches a movie every night "to relax" and we had seen it earlier this month, so I began kissing her ankles and continued in an upward direction. I got a little wild while kissing her tighs, alternating between kissing her thighs and pubic hair, and when I paused she said "Wow". After we finished she said that she was very lubricated and was wet, her thinking that she may have orgasm. I gave her a back massage, kissing her shoulders again. I haven't fully transposed our affair into a fictional account yet.

Donna: post-coital Rice Crispies and Raisins after a shower

"It was spectacular."
Most every night Donna watches a movie on the Lifetime Movie Network "to relax" This morning she said that she had watched it every night alone thinking, "I wish I had a boyfriend to watch them with. I had been watching three Boris Karloff films in a row every night, sometimes the same ones, while at the computer. This week, after spending almost every night together since the first it June, it had become that I was on the computer during her film rather than laying in bed with her.
Last night we got to a critical point and I told her we couldn't continue talking to each other. "I love you, I'm in love with you, that's my last word. We have nothing further to say." We went to bed at eight o'clock and left the movie off. I looked for places on her body I hadn't explored before. By the end I had my finger between two of her toes. I kissed everywhere, moving my lips vertically. When it was where I wanted I kissed wildly, where I wanted again, softly; softer untill underneath her chin, softer than I thought I could. On my biceps, I barely moved, almost motionless-what she said I won't ever write, which she later reiterated ebulliently, "We can have sex, that's good." This morning she reminded me that I said, "Donna, tell me you love me and use my name." while kissing her fervantly with my hands over my head just enough to reach her breasts and keep my finger on her nipples, while kissing her stomach and lower than her stomach. I think she later said, "I liked that alot."
Using an incomplete sentence, she added words to the effect, "You better be mine after that; I better be where I know you are." with the nicest, most unexpected smile, or look of love, I have ever seen, as though she were suprised.
This morning she gave me the one look of sexual shyness that made it beautiful-in between giggling that we had been together.

Donna took me to breakfast and brought me to another movie.

This morning I heard her say "Scott and I love each other." How is her grammer: "Scott liked their blueberry muffins just as much as I liked them."
She brought me to breakfast and I asked her to order whatever she was having, which was scrambled eggs and hash browns.
Then we went to Harvard Square where she bought herself a necklace and took me to another film.
There seemed an example of reverse field, or reverse direction cutting during the film, where a young girl is on the stairs and the diagnal lines seem to reverse direction from shot to shot. Again, there is a superimposure scene and during the film I said "almost reverse screen cutting". Those two scenes were artisticly shot.
Last night our legs were entwined. I called it an awkward position that I had never really thought of before, but we were trying to get as close to each other physically as we could possibly get. Of course we had to unentwine them an dthen I gave her a back massage.

When I woke up this morning Donna was holding my hand while she was asleep- Four nights, three nights of passion.

When I woke up this morning Donna was holding my hand while she was sleeping.

Of the last four nights, three have been nights of passion. The third morning she said, "I'm sorry we didn't have sex last night.", which for me was nice enough to bring a new depth to our being together. While massaging her shoulders I began the need to kiss the nape of her kneck, open-mouthed, like eating the quarter of an orange. Kissing her shoulders during massage. Last night I found rubbing her ankles and the tops of her feet while kissing her stomach and thighs.

Donna has been taking me to dinner. It began with a (superfantastic) french toast bagel, and she brought me to coffee a couple times. Then she took me to dinner- pizza. Then dinner again, a ham and cheese: we have a bench near Holyoke Gate where we kiss. Then cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries the next night. And tonight again, cheeseburgers and french fries. (Remember that we have been together every night except for two since the first of June.)
She has two networks that she watches- Hallmark and Lifetime Movie Network. Putting my head between her legs with my shoulders under her thighs is apparently eroticlly stimulating.
Actually, this morning, she lent me laundry detergent, which helped immensely. We went to the supermarket together again after dinner. While kissing her near the register, I spilled my coffee- it wasn't difficult.

Waiting for Donna to blog about the new ring I gave her. Captain America (1944) Ep.01 -The Purple Death (Part 1 of 2)

I'm waiting for Donna to blog about the new ring I gave her. I brought it with me yesterday and she was all smiles. "Is it an engagement ring?"
I answered. "If you want it to be." Its actually a placeholder untill I can get her a nicer ring, but I was on my way and was looking at necklaces when I saw it and thought that if it wasn't the right size, then I could find a more expensive ring that she could keep when she could come with me. It did fit and this afternoon we were in Boston, so I showed her where I got it. She was nice about it being that I should have bought it earlier in the month and didn't have much with me. We took a walk last evening and have another street that we now walk down hand in hand.
But she's busy and sent me to get coffee, so I thought that, although she is the essential Margo Lane to the Lamont Cranston shadow, that while I was having coffee would be a good time for Captain America.
I happen to collect the film of Lionel Atwill.

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"You would think that there is a God, especially in that you were in a certain place at a certain time. I believe in love whether there is or there is not  a Supreme Being and I believe in being in love. If someone has a belief in God or a creator then it is part of who they are and it belongs to them, so debate is only philosophical untill their emotions and ideals become something poetic about them, and when the discussion develops to the postition that there is a God the other person believes in or a spirtuality they need to be who they are, then it becomes a matter of philosophiclly listening, the imperative being that the freedom of other person can be known deeper as an act of love or an aethetic act of observing their beauty or the beauty of their ideas and emotions. The debate is no longer concerned with if there is a God from the agnostic postion, it is concerned with if life can be made more beautiful and if love can be made more intimate."      She usually ended each phone call by saying, "I love you." but with this instance she added to it by saying, "I love you so much."      After they had said goodnight, he began again,"I owe you fifty cents." She laughed and before she could say anything he enthusiasticly added, "Good night. I love you." so as to assure her that was all he needed to say, to which she quickly replied, "I love you too." The fact of the matter was that they had known each other before their having become involved.       Had it been that he had earlier reminded her of what had happened between them, outlining the actions of their bodies before and after, if not before, during and after their conversations? At first the moon from the terrace was red, it then being low on the horizon, to which he called her attention, asking her if in fact if it wasn't the moon. After his cigarette and after they had talked for a short while, it seemed more orange, shadows of hue passing across it. Later, it was considerably higher on the horizon taking into account for how long they had talked, it entirely white in its brightness except for a thin band of clouds passing across it. They had had two nights of making love that seemed exceptional for them before she had began her menstration and were left to mostly only hold each other. During the two earlier nights, and during several of the nights before that they had quickly acquired a way of being near to each other right before making love where they would look at each other each laying in bed on their side almost using the same pillow, their faces almost touching while looking into each other's eyes where there was almost a happiness to their intimacy.      "Talking about marriage gets me sexually stimulated, especially that we're exclusive."      "When your nipples are erect and harden makes me think of what could happen between us .Sensually, am I kissing you softly enough; I like to use my tongue strait down instead of my finger and circle with it before using my mouth and lips."      "Yes."      Earlier that evening right after they had had dinner together she mentioned that while they were there she wanted to go into the chapel to pray. She had ask him in with her and silently sat for a moment with her hands folded and happily acknowledged when she had finished, announcing that they could then leave. There had been brochures there that he was looking at in between watching her pray and they were those that almost, if seen with a black humor, bordered on being morbid, their concerning the potential loss of a love one and the putting aside of time during the day that could be used to reflect upon those who had recently departed as though there were to be regular sessions of appreciative thoughtfulness after their passing and prayers dedicated to the recently deceased or soon to be deceased. In bed he had said that she was more than welcome to pray anytime that she desired to and not only had the freedom, but the individuality. She then told him that she was praying that they could be together as a couple.      "I meditated", he said, trying not to sound hesitant that his thoughts, although directed toward her, had not been in the apostrophe and specifically sent to an omnipotent deity.                       Scott Lord YouTube Video

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Donna Said I Love You (Cyclops:Like Magic)

Intense. One night apart. One morning not spent together since June 1, 2011. Donna called this morning to say I Love You.

I called back to say I Love You.

Details: we just spoke again. The games might be over. Synopsis: I knew her while I was married and we found each other after. She asked for a ring. I told her I didn't know if I could marry yet, we needed a licence and I was waiting to hear since it was noncontested.
We've been in be together, waiting.
On the morning where she thought she try one night alone, I called the court to find out I was ironically divorced the entire time. Peace forever to all parties concerned- but I proposed with a now or never.
We didn't make it. Not even after my whispering the name Donna Lord into her ear during last Sunday's church service. We would have been married a year from yesterday.

We're still lovers. What it allowed untill now was a game of "Do you want to break up- If you loved me you wouldn't want to break up." There are no more ghosts or what if you cheat on me? That's over- I'm free to marry again. No more games about being faithful but going to church. It's removed Jesus from that part of the picture. I explained it- I am that badly hurt by cheat on each other-break up with each other every time you turn around, and the Christ will make it all better every time you turn around. During last month I did offer to study Kierkegaard, or restudy him without as much "man shall be god: existence shall precede essence."
The teleological suspension is now redirected to love.
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I still love you. I in fact need you more.
Scott

Oh, the word Cyclops is a Scott and Donna (don't tell Jen were are now "Sconna", she's been going through some heavy on the telephone issues, its hard to tell me and Jen apart sometimes, we're symbiotic)Donna is most pretty it bed while she's on a pillow, but she says our faces are so close together she can only see one of my eyes at a time. So she calls me "a Cyclops" rather than 'Odin' the thunder-god-figure-personification-being-that-will-extend his-being-into-creative-things. Its like the floating finger thing our babysitter had during the seventies where you take two fingers and cause an optical illusion hern they near.

Anniston rather than Diaz- Donna took me to another movie in Harvard Square

Last night Donna took me to the Harvard Square Theater again. Last time it was for the film Bad Teacher; this time it was for the film Horrible Bosses. It was a fast paced comedy and she began laughing non-stop during the last one fourth of the film. Right before that I whispered in her ear, "You haven't said I love you during the film." It was just at an arbitrary point in the film when I thought that we should tell each other. When we first decided to to date we were joking that she was "a Jen", that there was a parallel between lives of the two women and that they were intertwined within the universe, my being with "a Jen". The film does use speed to make the second half of it humorous, like classic Hollywood comedy in the 20's, 30's 40's. Once the plot premise is established, the humor is based on comedic action in plot twists.
Harvard Square was nice after midnight while holding her hand. Before going to the film we had resumed our conversations in the shower about getting engaged, this occasion being more intimate.
She greeted the assistant pastor who agreed to meet with us later to schedule pre-marriage consultations about being engaged for the next year. The sermon was on a passage on Is there marriage after the resurrection. Is the something greater than marriage after death while living in the covenant of Christ where there will be no marriages and where humans are as like angels, living in his love? The reverend answer seemed to be than human love is not perfect and the only perfect love is in heaven. It reminded me of "Under The View of Eternity" in that, if love exists on earth there is a teleological suspension of its value and its aesthetic value after death. It can be seen by the view that eternity exists and it can exist for however love we do- love spent on earth is better than not have loved at all.
The bible passage is consistent with one that follows which reads love thy neighbor (specificly modified as love your spouse as well as you can)as yourself in that in heaven there is only love, it is a benevolent force. The church speaks too often about "Christ's authority", which of course is supported by Jesus's claim that God is the Father. It becomes a little oppressive but not too weird to sit through; after attending their service three times I generally expect a little work on God Reigns, which manifested itself today in something to the effect of give to the Lord what is his and give to Ceasar what belongs to him, (throw the Christians to the Christians and the Lions to the Lions)I found it more fascinating that a six sided figure can be made with the cross and that can be enclosed within an elongated semi-circle. I have an renewed interest in the architecture of New England and if I were to write a "Moby Dick" it would encompass the history of architecture of New England. It was interesting that he saw the God of the Old Testament interpreted by Jesus- God was the God of the Old Testment and was alive and is still alive with the New.
I opened a new blog entitled Donna and Scott that could be written by both of us. Actually, her I cleaned her apartment most of the morning and at night spent a long time together in the supermarket.

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Donna and I spent four nights together. Tonight she bought dinner. During the four days together we went for scenic cabrides, which was nice.

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In the shower Donna asked me if I would ask her to marry me. I said that I could. I asked do you want me to ask you. She said. "Yes".

While I'm writing this she said, "I was happy and that's all that's all I know." We watched the celebration from her terrace, which is like a penthouse and commands a view of the entire city of Boston from this side of the river, but not the river itself.
"Did you write something like that, that the fireworks were a celebration of our engagement?"- its late at night, but I'm hanging on her every word as we get ready to go bed.

Donna brought me to another movie, I took her to dinner.

Actually, one shower together brought us together and cleared everything between us. For the most part it did. She brought me to a film at the Harvard Square Theater and I took her to dinner again, egg foo young for her and things with shrimp for me.
There was a night of passion and then a night of just holding each other.
We missed church and stayed in bed all morning, which she liked. She was beautiful to look at while making love during the late morning. She was laughing about out having stayed in most of the afternoon. When she asked me what I wanted for my birthday I kept saying tuna, rice and cheese soup, which we made together tonight. I had picked up two of her new dresses for her from the tailor before coming.
The shower together was a conversation about whether we could or could ever marry. I've decided to let things happen and possibly not discuss it as often as a prerequisite of our being together, but also to let things happen.
She had to see a doctor and when we got there the clinic was closed, so I might return to a seriousness; serious things can happen at any time, therefore we can be together if I'm aware of that. She brought me to coffee again.
I need her body, but it is because its hers. She continually says that she can't sleep without me and it is becoming that I need her at night. She can be cute when we're on the same pillow and she seems to think its ok if our faces near to being almost together for as long as you would think they possibly could. She likes it when I touch her hair. But its gotten to her saying, "That felt good."
I'm now 49 and I'm with someone again, I'm no longer alone; she actully said, "I'm available to be with you every night."