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sleep over party

 I can't tell you the last time i had a man spend the night ..........I know i wasn't happy about it, and that i didn't sleep - and woke up crabby.

But last night we had our very first sleep over and I don't know how he slept yet (he's still sleeping) but i was very aware he was there every time i woke up.  Which i do frequently.  

He was here when i got home from work last night, and he had meatballs and the makings of a salad.  We feasted, and then.........i gummied.  and gummied some more.  He thinks i'm cute.  I think i hope i never get used to that euphoric feeling of happiness on clouds.  I let loose when i'm gummied.  Laugh and laugh.  and he laughs with me.

for now.  

I'm sure the giddiness will wear off eventually but for now, i'm enjoying it.  As time goes on we will go deeper or lose contact......i hope he is my last.  I have so much damn fun with him.  And he treats me like a lady.

Can't say it's a bad feeling having Don, a big handsome man, sleeping in my bed.....not a bad feeling at all.  

Oh!  and when he got here he went out and shoveled off my back steps and deck.  Then he moved the furniture and put the outdoor rug over the railing to dry out as much as possible.  He continues to make my life better.

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