It’s today, it’s today, it’s today.
The mantra just swirls around in my mind. It won’t stop. I can’t think of anything else. I started chatting to Grant some months ago. We met online, like so many people do these days. He was a mutual friend of a friend on Facebook. We had an interesting conversation via one of her posts on the joys of American English versus the ‘real’ version. We became friends ourselves and I don’t think a day has passed when we’ve not sent each other a few words since.
Grant lives in New York City and I’m a Manchester girl, so the time difference can be a challenge. He works in television, produces some kind of comedy show, but he won’t give me details. He says he’s worried I won’t like the show and it’ll impact negatively on how I think of him. Like that’s possible. He is often up late and I’m a customer service rep for a twenty-four hour insurance company so I’m usually up early. It’s strange telling someone goodnight at six in the morning, but we’ve made it work.
I never thought we’d actually meet. Daydreamed it of course, but the ocean between us and respective busy lives made me think it would only ever be a fantasy. Then he said he was bringing a programme over the Atlantic for a special edition and would be working at Media City. I couldn’t contain my excitement as it’s only a matter of tram stops away from where I live.
His email said: It’ll just be a long weekend visit. I’m working the Thursday and the Friday, but I’d have the Saturday free if you want to meet up and you know, do stuff.
Do stuff. A variety of erotic images flashed through my mind at those words. That was probably just my fevered imagination, though. We flirt a little bit, and once spent an interesting few hours chatting about personal peccadillos. Turns out we’re into the same kind of thing, but at opposite ends of the paddle, so to speak. Ever since I found out about his dominant tendencies, I’ve dreamed about being submissive for him.
Of course I kept all that to myself and just arranged to meet him at Media City for a day of Mancunian fun. It would be lovely to meet him, to talk to him, to even just hug him. I have to keep my fantasies under control . He’s become a staple in my life. I don’t want to jeopardise a perfectly good friendship by pushing my lust in his face.
It’s today, it’s today, it’s today.
