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

Jennifer Aniston- I am in the bed of novelist Dana Lynn (pen name)

We watched this in bed last night and I didn't know untill I got back to my "office I sometimes sleep in" that it was Marky Mark.
Of course I'm from Cambridge, but from Boston, originally the North Shore.
I can't believe its not butter and it's not nice to fool mother nature- but its Jennifer Aniston, she can do what she wants.
This morning she said she'd like to wake up with me every morning. We had had dinner delivered and I brought her a coffee this morning from where we used to see each other. The city skyline was beautiful last night. I could see the Pru and the Hancock.

Scott Lord

She kissed me.

She kissed me.
I stared while she spoke.
I held her.

Of course we went on to other things. After dinner I filmed her with my webcam and she asked that I not show anyone. I would more than anyone, she's prettier than ever. And, suprisingly she asked that I stay the night, and we talked untill early in the morning during the thunderstorm. by the time I woke her during the night, I kissed her on the forehead and asked her to go back to sleep.

Tonight we were talking and I reminded her that we met during 2001. She said the most romantic thing about our next date.

I've been writing the novel longhand with a pen; she does really want to begin her novel and revising webpages.

Written latter:

She is not getting enough sleep now that we are dating. Last night, after we said good night I called thinking she would have left her message machine on, and quickly I apologized only as a politeness and said I wanted to leave a message for morning saying, "I will be so good to you" and only that, because I've known her a long time and care about her. So I was realizing that I care about her and happen to have always thought she was cute.
She said she was thinking of me too, we said goodnight and I love you to each other.
I'm waiting to see her now, we have another date for tonight. Casually, we have a date anytime she calls; she said she will call if we can only be together for an hour, depending on her schedule and told she could, whenever we can be together I'll try to make it.
Today she added to it, she said, "I love you so much."

Scott Lord