Beware the Ides of March

So, it's March 15.  The Ides of March.  Yeah, it has always been ominous for a reason.  The day just always seems to ... be interesting.  

The day started with THE BOYFRIEND being especially unhappy about work; then it got worse when he gets a very bad, mean angry call from his boss about some tease.  After smoking 2 cigarettes in a row (yes, he was really stressed), he finally just ended up curled in a ball on my bed.  I waited the appropriate amount of time, listened when he needed to talk, not talk when he wanted to wallow before I actually did my best to cheer him up with good ol' fashion humor and something else to occupy his thoughts other than "WORK!".  I told him that I finally sat down and read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.  Firstly, he didn't know that I was reading it  Yeah, I planned it that way.  BUT I still put little bits of clues on my facebook page to see if he got the reference.  Apparently, he didn't notice it.  Saturday was a weird day for him.  Secondly, he could see that I wasn't as excited as he was when he read it.  The way it ended appealed to him more than it appealed to me, and the ending always makes or breaks it for me.  The ending of a great book is like a great time of having sex: it doesn't leave me wanting more, I am completely satisfied with everything.  OR if I do want more, it's because I know that the story is complete for THAT book but not for the series.  BUT talking about the book did cheer him up and got his mind off the terribleness that he had today.  

Sometime after that discussion, I was seriously having an emotional breakdown for NO reason.  Crying, for no reason.  I mean, I've held it together this long, why am I crying now?  Then I thought, OH Yeah, I'm PMSing.  Then it ALL went away.  Just stopped after that one realization.  THEN I was bitchy at some parts of the day.  But not too bad.  I hope.

(Transitions are so hard these days.  I mean, how the hell do you go from "I was PMSing" to "and then I sucked him off because I was extremely horny and really wanted to fuck or ... ANYTHING"?  And it's even harder in the moment because he was off but I really wanted SEX.  BUT how could I just ... jump him and not seem insensitive?  ...  Oh, that's a good transition.  On with the show!)

After cheering him up a little bit, he had to go get his paycheck.  As he got up to go, I just kissed him and kissed him hard, make my intentions known.  Didn't have sex, went down on him.  He tried to reciprocate but ... this is the one time with him that it just did't work.  Don't get it; but I just went along and did my best to get off, and I kinda did.  Just not what I was looking for.  I was looking for mind-blowing SEX.  Funny afterwards.  He went to go wash his hand, and then smelled them to see if he got the scent of pussy off his fingers.  I looked at him like, "Wow I didn't think people actually did that".  To which he responds,

"What?  I'm not going to go up to McCormick for my paycheck with pussyfingers."  

I lost it then.  Just doubled over with laughter.  That was the funniest thing that I had heard in a long time.  So awesome.

edit:  the reason why this is NOT the way I usually write is because THE BOYFRIEND was here when I was typing away.  And I don't mean he's asleep in my bed.  He was wide awake and waiting for me to finish typing in order for us to go to GA for the weekend.