Pretty

I have had practically nothing to do all week at work.  It's much harder to look busy than to actually be busy.  Most of yesterday was spent moving a pile of paper from one end of my desk to another while reading James St James' blog from start to finish.  He and I both have an appreciation for pretty boys.  The one above was my favorite shot. 
I think I'm just naturally attracted to people of a dual nature.  Unfortunately, prefer the dominant force to be male with only fringes of girly.  The Professor fits this bill and then some.  He allows me to play dress up but I have to be careful with the pronouns; he gets angry if I slip up and refer to him in any kind of feminine term.   Otherwise, it turns him on to watch me apply makeup to his pretty face with my legs wrapped around his waist.
On said subject, he called last night.  I feel like a brat for being bothered by the dangling text message when he left such a voice mail about missing me and hoping to see me soon.  In truth, I could have seen him this week but I was the one that begged off due to work and Jessa's visit this weekend.  I am glad he doesn't know I sometimes pout when i don't get my way.
But then again, I wish he knew more about me.  We move at such a veiled, slow pace with one another  Sometimes I wish we could rush head long into a monumental daily dizzy.  I would gladly move in on him tomorrow and start matching socks and making omelets.  It's not likely to happen any time soon.  Early marriages mark us as hesitant.
I was married twice before I was 30.  Both have remarried numerous times while I've been hesitant to do so.  Historically, I grow bored and enjoy my independence. 
I don't think I could ever be bored with The Professor.  He has yet to fail in surprising me.