Jon has decided to spend a couple of days sleeping over at my place. So impromptu but I loved the idea. Head is once again saturated with fantasies about Jon and I sitting in pubs sipping pints in matching cartoon tees while watching the evening sun set over the sea; Jon and I eating candlelit dinners in hotel courtyards then retiring to my place to shag all hot summer night long.
He rang the doorbell last evening, I jumped up feeling so exhilarated at the prospect of us spending all our time together, got to the door, opened it and stood agape. He lugged over four pieces of luggage to my place like he was officially moving in. Three out of four of them contained his books, his study materials, his badminton rackets, shuttlecocks, his Playstation set and etcetera, not excepting his teddy bear which I thought was cute. But so many items, goodness, I hate clutter.
Got no space to house all of that in the living room, decided to chuck most of them in the balcony. Hmmph. Even allocated him a spare bed I kept for visitors, but he was insistent on sharing my single bed with me. The night was so inviting, we cuddled each other to sleep. But eventually we woke up, twice, in the middle of the night. He kept falling off the edge. Told him so.
Anyway, tonight after work, Jon and I are going for a party at his friend Jude's, and then tomorrow I'll expect we will go for a walk in the park or have fine-dining at a restaurant for dinner. It's marvellous having a boyfriend.
