Giddiness has taken me over. I am silly happy, and I haven’t even taken my antidepressant yet tonight! (That was a joke folks.)
Baboo and I are...together. Not physically, not yet at least. But, we are together. After sending him a e-mail about being propositioned by a guy here in Tallahassee, Baboo wrote back saying that he wasn’t sure how to take the news.
He admitted that he feels certain things for me, all of which run very deep. However, he noted that if I wanted to sleep with or be with someone with whom I can actually touch (for now, that is), that I could. That decision is totally up to me.
The thing is this: I have no desire to become intimate with anyone but Baboo. As I told him this afternoon:
When I say that I only want you, I mean that I have no desire whatsoever to be anything more than friendly with other males. I don’t even have the desire to have sex with anyone; only our phone sex ignites sexual energy from me that’s caused by someone of the opposite sex (that would be you Hun). When I talk to any given guy, I don’t feel the need or desire to enlist his services unless they are strictly Friends-Only, simply because I am stuck on you.
Baboo, in return, said that he feels the exact same way as I do (that also refers to other topics which were opt out).
So, it would seem that he is now "my man." That thought puts a smile on my face.
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