The cat came back

Last night J came back, and it was like the prodigal son coming home. 5 months. He watched as I packed hummus and alfalfa sprouts pitas and we talked about all the crazies we've dated in the past while. We'd both dated bi-polar, messy people. His was a practicing witch goth. He nearly moved in with her.

We pressed our heads together in my kitchen and just grinned. I looked at him, and he'd smirk, and I'd burst out laughing and he'd go 'wha-aat!,' and I'd have to look away, only to look back a second later. We went to Karaoke with his late-30's friends in a cheery cowboy bar. Angela (34, and a nurse and sugar mommy) and John (22, likes to be chased with a bullwhip), the couple I got to know best, had humped three times that night while J was at their place, and he poked fun at them all night.

I sang Sarah McLachlan first, which sucked. Wanting to impress the crowd more than that, I sang Barbie Girl at the end of the night. One of the regulars jumped up and sang Ken's part for me, and even the Barbie-like waitress and her friend joined in.

A had brought origami and we folded little critters that hopped and humped all over the table, and paper airplanes that zoomed nearly into other people's beer. We made those little folded games that you manipulate with your thumbs and index fingers, and there is a little answer inside you choose after a few rounds of opening and closing the paper. Mine had final answers like 'lick your elbow,' which J got. A's was X-rated, and all the numbers on the outside were 69, en seule, 3-some, etc. I got 'ladies first.' I then made my paper eat Angela's paper. "I'm going to turn you vanilla!' said mine to hers in an Elmo voice, and all 3 of them burst out laughing.

30-somethings sure know how to have a good time. They also sell homemade tamales on wreck beach.. Angela and John make them, and Joel sells them.

Of couse, tons of stuff has happened to each of us and we caught up on all the largest things. J went home to Ontario for 2 months and hung with his kids. He now wants to start a company on Saltspring Island, if his contact calls. He came home with me after, and caught that gigantic wolf spider that's been under my heater the last few days. Agreed its the biggest he's seen. Body the size of a large peanut; legspan of the top of a coke can. I screamed girlishly as he chased it around the room and finally brought the mayo jar down on one of its legs.. but the spider itself was on the outside!

So the flyswat was clamped down on one of its other legs, so that the mayo jar could go over its body. Guys who fearlessly catch big hairy spiders make me :)~~

We snuggled all night. Despite his manly spider-catching abilities, he holds on to me like a child to a mom or a girl to a guy, his head lower near my shoulder, his body wrapped on mine (like a spider's web around prey?). It feels nice to have a body wrapped around mine for a change, rather than mine wrapped around another's. I'm afraid we fit together perfectly, in the energy we bounce off each other in public, and how we make fun of each other. In the familiarity of knowing the other's mannerisms and reactions. In the way I can identify with his metrosexual tastes, but balance them with my tomboy quirkiness. I've missed his amazing smell, his electric toothbrush, the gold pirate hoops in his ears (now upgraded to a single silver one) and his non-threatening candour.

Yes, he has me in a spell, and I will never cease to be happy when he comes back after a long absense. But I know deep down inside that...well..perhaps its best left unsaid in such a positive post.

I had to leave at 7:30 for work, and we walked hand in hand to the skytrain. I thought I'd never see him again in my life.