Holy Grail vs. Trophy Girl (and Roll-In Showers!)

I was just robbed.

Robbed, I tell you! Ripped off! The thoughts that were mine properly filched at least once...!

Oy vey ismir!!!

So, my breath was stolen clean away by a gentleman who, when I complained to him that I could never be the proper Trophy Girl his arm deserved, he countered with, unflinchingly, "No, you're the Holy Grail."

I don't know how long I sat there in stupid silence, the words ripped from the writer's mind, the breath squeezed from my loquacious lungs... the only organs that wanted to engage were my tear ducts, but I couldn't very well start crying in front of (okay, on the phone of) the one guy that I didn't want blubber in front of (though I have), the singular human being that I never, ever wanted to leave me unable to breathe (unless he was in my immediate presence -- in which case, he's a doctor, so I'm free to let my heart/mind loose to rampantly imagine the ways he could resuscitate me...).  But, there I was.

Breathless.

And all the worse, because I thought he didn't care.  Only to discover my fucking roommate doesn't care... or maybe she does... maybe she secretly wants to tank this, because she was once my main and ONLY squeeze... but now I need to be let go and feel the freedom of being held by a man who can make you forget that the 'imperfections' that The Industry taught me about me about me about my body, my personality, my life, hell... my fucking self, can be let go when he wraps me in his arms and snuggles me from behind....

....*bleh*  ANYWAY!....

He's in another country, and, tonight, I'm so fucking tempted to go wash my hair, hop on a train, buy a US cell when I get there, and be there in time to spend tomorrow night with him...

...anywhere he wants. His place, The Ritz (I don't think there is one near him, and I would probably try to talk him out of it, anyway), a Motel 6/8/9/Whatever LOL, a Red Roof Inn, anything.  Hint hint: All I ask is a "Roll-in shower" versus a tub, as tubs are too painful for me anymore.  Can. Not. Do. *frown*

Poo.

Unless it's a Jacuzzi....that's the ONLY exception!  LOL  ;)

I <3 Roll-In Showers, and I <3 Doctors who...

OMG...

Never mind.  I'll post more later.  LOL  Whew!  *grin*