It’s Valentine’s Day and Where Is My Lover’s Fucking Hello?

I didn’t get a check-in today so I’m angrily eating ice cream.

Maybe I shouldn’t write this story while it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m sure you’re busy with your wife.

I should be with my husband having fun and doing something romantic this evening. But I’m not. Here I am working and writing this bitch session. That’s what this is. A bitch session.

So you and I had a fantastic session in the hotel last week. It was amazing. Oh my god. Yes. You were amazing.

I was waiting to say hi this morning. And waited. And waited.

You are not online. You’re not around at all. With your messaging setup, you’re not online or logged in. So I can’t even say HI first.

I’m progressive! I would say hi first and wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day first. I’m nice.

Maybe you’re busy. You do have a very active life and lots on your plate. Not like me. I’m bored a lot. I work full time, paint, write here on Medium, but I still find myself bored.

So would it have hurt to take five minutes to come online and message me this morning?

I don’t think so. I was concise about what I wanted in seeing you. I need to talk. I need that as much as I need the sex. It’s like breathing to me sometimes.

I’m not jealous if you’re with your wife. If you are, I’m glad you are. Hopefully, you’re getting some! I’m not a jealous person. I’m happy when people get good things in their life.

I am listening to Phil Collins and eating double chocolate ice cream wanting to scream out loud.

I deserve more than this shitty disregard.

I deserve a simple hello.

You’ve made me mad.

Will I tell you this? Maybe. You were outstanding in the hotel, so I might bite my tongue and not say the first thing that comes to mind.

We’ll see, won’t we…

Going back to my ice cream now.

Happy Fucking Valentine’s Day. Oh look…you just said hi. Sigh.

Happy Valentines’ Day. 😍

A lighter side of me…..I’m not mad all the time!