Fat and Slutty

*LONG POST ALERT*

We had just decided we were not going to see each other that night, when T and his dog were attacked by an off-leash dog during their walk on Thursday afternoon. I was still at work, and every ounce of me wanted to go to him the second I got his message telling me what had happened.

I called him, and he was incredibly upset and clearly (very understandably) shaken. I asked if he needed me to go, and he said no. He had called his mom, and she was on her way. Animal Control was coming, too. I tried to ask about the extent of their injuries, but he was too shocked to explain. I told him that I had some helpful advice to offer but that I recognized that this was not the right moment. I asked that he keep me updated and said I would talk to him very soon.

I sent a message with my advice and then anxiously waited to hear back with some kind of update. He called a short while later. He was calm but worried about his dog, of course. We agreed that I would meet him at the vet. I had some meds for him and his dog, and, more than anything, I wanted to offer him some comfort. I was worried about them both, too. His mom wasn’t going to be there after all, so I was glad he accepted my offer of company and moral support.

We got the pup taken care of, and T’s bite wound wasn’t going to need stitches. All things considered, it could have been much worse – although it was certainly bad enough. We went and got some food and sat in his car together to eat it. I was relieved that they were both okay, and I was happy to have made myself useful. We kissed goodbye and went back to our respective homes. We had plans together the following three evenings – we were in for a busy weekend.

Friday night was drive-in movie night. I was so excited to experience one of those for the first time. We got frisky in the car during the first movie (it was a double feauture), which was an enormous amount of fun. Windows were fogged. Titanic jokes were made. Joyful.

We paid more attention during the second movie. I had already seen it, but he hadn’t. It was incredibly sweet to see how affected he was by all the most heartbreaking moments – of which there were many. He’s a sensitive soul, and I find it incredibly endearing.

Movies finished, we went back to his place, had fantastic and passionate sex, snuggled for a while, and then I went home. The first day of the date night marathon was in the books.

Saturday was to be our first of two concerts. A 90s/00s cover band. We stopped at the place next door for our favorite empanadas, ran into my former boss who was going to the same event, and then arrived to a packed house. It was 90°F outside and about as hot inside. It was uncomfortable.

The band was fantastic, nevertheless. We had such a blast singing along to music of every genre. People were dancing, drinks were flowing, it was a party! But it just kept getting hotter. We stepped outside in an attempt to cool off, which was no help whatsoever. A fight broke out during the band’s performance of Cher’s ‘Believe’. The singer stopped the music and yelled at them to cut that shit out. She checked that everyone was okay, and the show continued. They played for about two hours in total, and it was fabulous from start to finish. The song they played as an encore? Celine Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’. Yep. Titanic.

We went back to his place. More mindblowing sex. It just keeps getting better and better. I am probably developing an addiction to his mouth, and I’m very okay with it. I believe he is quite fond of mine, too. We take very good care of one another, the chemistry is fucking electric. It gets heated, dirty, and loud. Our sexual compatibility is incredible and I fucking love it.

Once we had exhausted ourselves, we snuggled up together. We lay on his bed, face to face in the dark. It felt right. It felt beautiful. I knew that this was a feeling I wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. So, I asked him, ‘How would you feel about committing to each other? Would you like to be my partner?’ He said yes! We told each other, ‘I love you’. It felt even more right and even more beautiful. I fell asleep with my arms around him, utterly content.

I’m going to rewind a little bit here. Earlier that day, he had lunch with his parents. They already knew we had been seeing each other, but not much else. They asked him if I’d like to come and have lunch, too. He had been cagey. Made excuses. They began to ask more questions about me. How long have I been in the US? What brought me here? He deflected. Eventually, his mom cornered him. She knows him well enough to see when he’s keeping something from her. ‘She’s married’, he told them.

Obviously, they had questions. And probably plenty of concerns. He explained to them about ENM and how no one is doing anything wrong. They didn’t get it entirely, but in the end, his mom asked him if I made him happy. He said yes. She asked if we have fun together. He said yes. ‘Then that is all that matters’, she said. I like her already.

They are still very interested in meeting me, and I am open to the idea. It would be a first for me to meet a partner’s parents and have nothing to hide. My husband’s family has no knowledge of the structure of our marriage. B’s family doesn’t even know that I exist. But T’s mom and step-dad know. And they appear to be accepting.

When he told me about this conversation, I was surprised at how moved I was. I have become so accustomed to being a secret that I think I assumed I would always be one for everyone. I would have understood if he had hidden me, too. But he didn’t. I told him I was proud of him and so happy that he had felt able to share that with them. I told him how much it meant to me, and I thanked him repeatedly. I am truly grateful. I love this man. I love his sincerity. I trust it.

On to night three of three! And concert number two. By Sunday evening, we were both tired. I intended to get to him early enough for us to go out for dinner before the show. I am perpetually late for everything and have been my entire life. And this was no exception. So, we opted to grab some fast food on the way. There was a long line at the drive thru, so I suggested we go in and order at the counter.

This was a terrible mistake. When we got inside, the person ahead of us was getting a refund on his order. Tired of waiting for his food, I think. The staff in the kitchen were arguing and yelling at each other. Some of them looked too young to have even one armpit hair. One woman was yelling on her phone at someone. Another told her to ‘calm her ass down’. It was chaos. Pandemonium. Hilarious. We eventually got our food and practically ran out of the door, laughing in disbelief at the absurdity we had just witnessed.

On to the show. We missed the opening act. We didn’t care. We weren’t even familiar with the headliner, I’d only got the tickets because I thought the name of the tour sounded like a good time. I was right. It was probably the most upbeat, wholesome, and bouncy live music performance I’ve ever seen. If The Muppets were human, I suspect they would be in this band. About 25% of the audience were children. They were all at the very front, jumping up and down and screaming happily for the duration. I don’t even particularly like children, but that shit was precious. We had a wonderful time.

Afterwards, we went back to his place again. Despite how tired we were after our series of late nights, we found the energy to fuck the hell out of each other again. He gave his best oral performance to date. Absolutely rocked my world. I told him he could make money teaching others how to do it. Without skipping a beat, he said that it can’t be taught, you’re born with it, or you’re not. Take their money anyway, I said.

I left at midnight, smiling to myself all the way home. How the fuck did I get this lucky?