Shout it from the mountain tops on 2007-09-21

I just had sex.

Becca doesn't like me to say that. That maybe I'm being too, I don't know, not emotional enough about it.

But. But its different for her, you know. Its one of those things I want to announce to the world, especially, at work, but I can't. I mean, they don't get how the day is going to be so much better because of it.

Its like this energized force. An extra kick in the pants, maybe.

Ok, it was nice. More than nice. Like fantastic fucking great. Like the word "fuck" should be meant to be. Not mean, gross and deranged, but amazingly cool and awesome. Possibly ephany worthy. Yeah, that sounded pretty lame, didn't it.

She's not a morning sex partner, though. Granted, yes, I can be a sleepy head just as much as Becca can be.

But in the morning, you don't have to worry about candles and shit and setting the mood. She likes to listen to Justin Timberlake when we do it. I swear, I can not compare to that guy and I start to think, is he the one she's thinking of when her eyes are closed?

But in the morning, you just do it because you had this big grin because of something that brought you aware of the fact that sex would be good and you'd rather be with her than choking dowm a bowl of cornflakes.

I'm afraid that you don't think I love her. But how can I not when I love the things she does to me.

Yes, it will be payback time. We're getting that cube shelf thingie she wants from Target. I'll have to put it together tonight.