May 16th, 2010

BlogVixen, Vixen

Whirlwind

This past month has been quite the whirlwind, and I've been swept up and swept away by my sexy Traveler. So much has happened, and I've had so little time to write about it all. But really, that is a good thing - I've been having such a wonderful time living my life that I've not had spare time to write about it. There's much to tell.

Collapse )
BlogVixen, Vixen

Doggie Zen

I got a new kitten last Friday. He is adorable and playful and noisy and sweet. And currently obsessed with trying to eat my necklace in the cutest of ways. I asked Traveler if he would like to go with me to pick up the new kitten (which would necessarily keep me at home for the evening and unable to go out with him). He said he'd love to, but thought he aught to spend some time with his dog, Zen. He pointed out that he'd been at my place every night for the last week, and so he'd spent very little time with his dog. I acknowledged that that was important, but asked if he might stay away juuuuust one night longer (as we both knew I was having girlfriends over Saturday night, which would keep us apart for the night).

He made a suggestion that took me by surprise. He asked what I thought of him bringing Zen over with him for the night.

Collapse )
BlogVixen, Vixen

A lovely Sunday

Traveler and I had a simply lovely Sunday together. He suggested that we go to the botanical gardens at a nearby university, bring our cameras, and do some shooting. We're both photography enthusiasts, although I suspect that, like most things, he is better and more experienced at it than me. I've been doing hobby photography most of my life, but he actually has cause to do photography professionally, photographing all his own products (and models wearing his products) for his business. I was happy with his suggestion, and we started the afternoon with lunch at a favorite eclectic diner near the gardens.

Collapse )
BlogVixen, Vixen

Traveler gets swallowed by house

Traveler and I continue to move on into couplehood, still unable to get enough of one another. Without planning to do so, we seem to find our way into one anothers' arms every day, even on the days when we explicitly plan not to.

He had plans to leave Saturday for a business trip, but with much to do in advance of the trip, I expected him to stay the night Wednesday evening, as we had plans, and then that after we parted ways Thursday morning, I might not see him again until he returned from his trip the following Wednesday. But my house swallowed him up on Thursday. I was rather amused by the sequence of events:

Collapse )