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With 2006 Upon Us

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Last night Quinn went back home and now I am left kind of going through my life and taking care of a few things.
Christmas was really fantastic – I hope it was for everyone reading this also. Now that the new 2006 year is around the corner, the string of holidays are going to end and life will return back to normal – relatively.
Indeed without work and hearing from the men things have been quiet. Tonight I haven’t even got any substantial plans.

I spoke with my mother on the phone this past week, as well as my other relatives and as usual plans were made to “come see me” but like it has been for the past few years – no one has ever shown up, other than my friends and brother. Quinn is the only one in the family that cares like that. He recognizes people’s individualities and takes that into consideration when dealing with them. Sometimes people don’t mean what they say and because of their insecurities in life they often regret invitations and whatnot, knowing well when they make them that they aren’t up for visitors (or visiting, for that matter).
I never realized how much I missed Quinn when we got to talking at Christmas about life. We invited Warren to meet us out back and the three of us sat there for a good 4 hours yakking until the snow began falling again. In between we had even received a couple of warmer days with rain.
In many ways, Quinn is very immature in his thinking, but he is very considerate of others and unfortunately goes to the extreme many of us do by putting others entirely before yourself – 100% of the time. Where you find it fails you is in relationships. Both Quinn and I are guilty of that in our past, and I only hope he learns soon. He hasn’t been with someone for a couple of years now, so at least he is being a lot more selective than he was in his younger years.
It’s bizarre – both he and I were raised in exactly the same home, same parents, and our outcomes are entirely different. I had been the first born in my family, and as such ended up being spoiled by my relatives. Not “spoiled” in the bad sense, but adorned with needy items like clothes and cared for a lot by my grandparents who had no other grandchildren at the time. That was only for 5 years until Quinn was born. By that time my uncle and his wife had already had 2 other children (twins) and Quinn wasn’t able to be the centre of attention as I was. It didn’t bother him, but bothered my mother for whatever crazy reason. I won’t get into that one today. Long story short, I have always been a very independent person who can take care of just about anything. At least mentally I can. If I came across a stalled vehicle on the road, I don’t know that I could push it off, but my intent to try is there. Know what I mean? There’s a definite difference.
Quinn still needs people to hold his hands. He knows that, hates it, and is hopefully working at this moment to break himself free of those things. He has certainly come a long way since dad’s death a few years ago. It hit him hard, and he was taking a job transfer at the same time. Now he is living around Terrace somewhere in the “big city” – I usually joke. He hated it there for the first year, but grew to like it once he realized that establishing himself is not that hard, and – surprise – doesn’t take mommy to do it.
I should never joke about such things, but it is really bad to see someone in their 20s that still needs their parent or parents to do absolutely everything for them. That even went for Quinn’s battles. Dad used to always solve his issues too. Now the poor boy is having a hard time coming to terms with the fact he has so much to catch up on. Proof in pudding is that he was telling Warren and I that he really dislikes our parents for raising him like that. Yep. I am forever thankful it wasn’t me.

I am sure he’ll do fine.
Eric sent me a “merry Christmas” email and not much was said. He is an inward thinker when things go wrong.
Oh, Chucky – remember him? I got a small email on the 24th from him just wishing me a merry Christmas and happy New Year. But he indicated getting together (over drinks) sometime in the near future to “discuss financial options”. How intriguing – I wonder what he was thinking?

And as for our dear friend Søren, he has still been in touch with me. He loved the ‘card’ I sent him and I am beginning to think he thinks about it – uses it? - more often than he lets on. He doesn’t say much – like most men – but makes things apparent by his words and actions. He is really so sexy. Nothing makes me hotter than learning how I turn him on – especially when he is describing all of the actions. Something’s been started, but I’m not quite sure how since it wasn’t on my part. I just sent the card and left it at that. It is always a lot more fun sitting back and watching those kinds of surprises unfold than it is to put yourself forward all in one night. I mean, inevitably we’ll end up in bed together. Why save everything for when that moment comes? No, no it’s purely my intention to see him “suffer” every so often, and when I sent my card he told me he was suffering from immediate loss of blood to his head. I savour these moments, and he will too.
Then I got four other emails subsequently telling me what he thought about the card. I didn’t try to dig that info out of him, I let it come out on it’s own and just reading his words turned me on to such a great degree. Søren is an extremely polite person. I think that was how he was raised, and he would never do it but I sense this vibe that he wants to take it all a little further. He is probably enjoying ‘digesting’ this the same way I am. Life is just grand!

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