Rainy Days And Mondays

We had dinner late and watched another movie in bed "to relax" and I likened the mysteries that I watch to hers. I needed a shave. Pillow talk untill late; I probably woke her getting back into bed at five in the morning, but I said, "This is nice." We are that polite to each other first thing in the morning. She is that fond of my abdomen after all that weightlifting. I was complimenting her on her looks during the evening and she very deeply asked if it wasn't more than that, so I mentioned that I'm only making it lighthearted when I'd like her to be happy as a flirting with her and that anytime that I can put it softly, seriously and intimately that is what I prefer.

Scott Lord

Having an affair with 'Dana Lynn'

She showed me her published writing last night, which was from an old Boston University journal, The Experience of Recovery. It is under her pen name Dana Lynn, but there is a journal full of poetry from before we met that I haven't had time to read. Nor is there time to review the film we went to together Saturday night, The Tree of Life, which on one level seems to be very much anything but an adult film, and there are no sexual situations, it being an long drawn out explanation to a child about biblical, maternity themes using symbolism.. And yet being a movie for the babysitter audience, it still seems overtly to have some type of tribute to the director Ingmar Bergman, whom is not longer with us.
We woke up together and slept late, although she had invited to a church service, which I hope to write more about later. I brought her a cross, without the chain to its necklace.
This morning, and its Monday, I've been with since Saturday evening, I'm having my first cigarette of the morning with a pigeon. Maybe we can contrast this view someday with an ocean sunset.
She's beautiful.

Scott Lord