Sometimes I get lonesome for the Sugar Daddy. Even when we are together.
And by together, I mean, padding around in the same house. Passing each other in the kitchen.
The Sugar Daddy likes to unwind his curly thoughts by watching strange old movies that usually have subtitles and orchestra music with lots of sharps. I do not share this affection. And so we are seldom together during those hours of the evening when we both mentally check out of life as we know it.
And sometimes I miss him. But not enough to endure a Korean war film circa 1956. Not even Junior Mints could get me through that.
I have a low rumbling in the nether reaches of my brain that is telling me that the two of us need to get away. We need to check out of life as we know it for a few days. Maybe a week.
We need to be together, together. For real. Not just in the same house.
It's so easy to drift away from each other. Especially in these stormy seas we are navigating. And the bottom line is that the Sugar Daddy is too good looking to watch from afar.
I need him up close.