Earl has been working diligently at his new Ohio plant all week. We’ve been talking back and forth a couple of times a day, as well as conversing on e-mail when time allowed. It’s a good thing that I’m the IT Administrator at work or I’d have to fire someone for all the steamy e-mail that has been exchanged during business hours.
I would love to see how much the “shared services” department of Earl’s company are blushing whilst reviewing our e-mail exchanges.
Just kidding, I’m entirely too internet wise to know that you shouldn’t be having that sort of exchange on company e-mail. That’s what webcams under the desk are for.
But I digress.
Anyways, I hadn’t heard from him since lunchtime, so after getting settled in for the evening, I decided to call his cell phone. He promptly answered. “Hello?”
Realizing he is in the rental car, rather than at a dinner meeting like I originally suspected, I asked, “Where are you?”
“I’m out for a drive, relaxing after a long day.”
Going on a hunch, I ask out of the blue, “Have you made it through Buffalo yet?”
“I’ll be home in two and a half hours, I just passed through the toll barrier”, he giggled back.
My lover is coming home a day early, for two reasons:
1. He wants to wake up in his own bed for his birthday (tomorrow).
2. He wants a hug.
And that, my friends, is what makes a boy like me teary eyed on a Thursday night.
