The luxury of time

When I was in high-school I had a serious boyfriend my senior year. He was a junior. Smart, cute, creative, athletic (soccer and skate-boarder…back in the late 70’s! I’m just saying.) A little bit of a bad boy (I mentioned skater, right?) And our relationship was serious. Of course, as teenagers we thought we knew everything, but whatever. That’s not what this is about.

He didn’t have a drivers’ license when we were dating (kind of a controlling mom) so I drove on our dates. Mostly the usual kinds of high-school dates. But they would invariably end in the back corner of the parking lot of his apartment building. And we would make-out (duh!) in the car basically underneath his bedroom window. Ok. They lived on the 14th floor, but you get the idea. We weren’t out in the country tipping cows or in someone’s basement. I basically, technically took him home before midnight on almost every single date. Not that he actually entered the building before midnight on most of those nights.

No. We would make-out in the back seat and talk and drift off to sleep wrapped in each others’ arms. It was romantic if not comfortable. And then around 2 or 3 (or one time 4!!!!) we’d wake up, I’d drive around to the front, drop him off and I’d drive the 1/2 mile back to my house and slip into the house very quietly.

When X and I started dating in college, again the pattern appeared. I’d come back to the dorm after practicing at around 10:30 p.m. I’d knock softly on his door and we’d sit and watch Letterman while his roommate did homework and then eventually roommate went to the bedroom and went to sleep. We’d stay out in the ’sitting room’ and watch TV and make-out. Usually falling asleep on the couch or the floor, wrapped in each others’ arms. It was romantic if not comfortable. Then, sometime before 5:30 a.m. we’d wake-up and he’d walk me down the hall to my door and I’d slip into my dorm room, past my sleeping roommate and into my be for another 3 or 4 hours of sleep. When X took a year off school and I didn’t, he’d come to my apartment and we’d fall asleep on my couch and he’d get up around 4 or 5 and drive home. (I guess the big joke at his house was that he’d have the truck all warmed up for his dad who basically met him in the driveway and left for work as soon as X got home.)

In returning to dating I’ve had limited make-out time opportunities. There were a couple of times with McKilt but only a few kisses in a row with The Professor. Early on with McKilt I knew it would be a problem if things continued with him. I could already feel how hard it was to call it an evening.

With Mr. Hockey, it’s been really hard. This week alone I’ve been up past 1 a.m. TWICE either driving home from his place or waiting for him to call when he got home safely. We don’t live 1/2 mile apart. We live 45 minutes apart! So staying out until 12:30 might not sound soooo unreasonable but that turns into 1:30 once you’ve driven home and parked the car and gotten into bed! And let me just say, it’s one thing to do that when you’re 20. When you’re 45 it’s a different ballgame. I can’t imagine how he’s managing it!

All this is to say that I hope that we can figure out some weekend time to spend together. Hopefully we can get these schedules to sync up, because as much as I’m falling ass over teakettle for this guy, keeping up this kind of a schedule will kill me! I’m not willing to let the boys stay at X’s on the weeknights just so I can get a little nookie with cuddle time afterward, so if the weekends don’t get aligned we will be limited to week nights and I’ll have to learn to call it a night at 11:30. Ought to be a real challenge for someone who’s never been able to do that, huh?
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