No, not this Christmas, sadly. It’s just me fondly reminiscing again about one of the best nights of my life.
Last year I wrote the following blurb:
Peyton is with my ex for the next few hours and I am home alone watching a bunch of hokey Christmas movies and sipping on cheap champagne. The Neighbor is in colder weather with his family and I am alone with a herd of Christmas animals I’ve volunteered to watch for a few days. Life is pretty good at the moment. I just wish I had wood for my fire — it’s somehow lonelier without one.
This year is much the same as last and all the others: Peyton is with my ex for a few hours so I’m alone, I’ve got the herd of animals (but they’re mine this time), no wood for the fire (or a fireplace, but I like to watch the Fireplace Channel so I sort of have one — don’t judge!), and The Neighbor is once again in much colder weather with his family.
What’s different is someone loves me. Not a bad change.
I love this Christmas Story of mine not just because of its salacious nature, but because it marks the beginning of everything for me. It happened 4 years ago today, seemingly a lifetime, but just like yesterday. I can still close my eyes and feel them on me. That was a night to go in the record books. And without it I might not be where I am today.
Troy reached out to me recently — filled with his own nostalgia I presume — and suggested that he, Jack and I get together for a drink. I told him I’d love to. Troy and I crackle when together and Jack is the perfect grounding unit. It could be a lot of fun, like old school-time buddies except we’re talking cocks and pussies, not keg stands and finals.
I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and hope that today brings you much love and warmth!
Lots of love,