Quatre Winner\'s Diary
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Adult +
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Mar 29th
March: Of Fishes, Flowers, and Family
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Saturday, March 29th
9:34 am
It has been a week and a half. My sisters have been talking, which is never a good thing. Adila, Leila, and Faizah seem to think it\'s a good idea if I step down to save the family from the paparazzi scandal that would most definitely happen when I come out. Personally, I don\'t care. They haven\'t given me the chance to even get me feet damp in the corporate waters, and the only way I\'m giving up is if they can prove me incompitent. I know what I\'m capable of, and so what if there\'s a little bad press because I happen to havefereferences that don\'t fit the confined societal norms; it\'s not like I\'m all that big of a public figure. It won\'t make that large of a media storm. Not anything to lose sleep over.
The problem is that I have been. Lots of sleep. I stayed up late last night watching AMC. I thought after Pillow Talk I\'d be getting a little sleepy, but no, of course it doesn\'t work like that. It was three in the morning before I ended up lying sleeplessly in my bed.
The world looks different at that time. It\'s quiet and soft. There\'s very little traffic on the streets, but as high up as I am, it\'s rare to hear cars going by at all. Everything\'s stiller though, which makes it a good time to think.
Thinking is the last thing you want to do at three in the morning. You want to sleep, but of course your mind won\'t let you, so you just keep lying in bed and thinking, until you somehow lose consciousness after you convince yourself that all the problems are solved. But somehow, the solutions don\'t sound as logical in the morning.
Take this problem with my sisters as an example. I decided at three in the morning that it would be a good idea to e-mail the rest of them and tell the other twenty-six what\'s going on. It sounds like a good conclusion, until I got up and checked my e-mail.
A word of advice, and no I don\'t know why I\'m giving advice to a book, never write important letters when you\'re too tired to keep the whining little kid voice out of your head. At least my sisters understand when I do something like that. I\'ve gotten several e-mails suggesting good sleep aids, a few that say I\'m a big boy and can take care of myself, but the majority of them are outraged that family would think such \"atrocious\" things and have taken it upon themselves to band together and support me. Like it\'ll do much good.
I may have had one stroke of genius in the wee hours of the morning. I\'m going to throw Trowa against a wall and kiss his brains out. I know I can do it. I\'ve been told that I\'m a very good kisser. I\'m just getting tied of waiting for him to try it again. We\'ve been dating for two months now and not gotten past kisses on the cheek, and I had to initiate that. It\'s really sweet that he doesn\'t want to push me, but I wish he would. I really wish he would, but if I need to kiss him, then I\'ll kiss him.
Okay, even that doesn\'t sound vsmarsmart right now. I\'m glad I didn\'t call him up and put that plan into action. It\'s weak. Definitely needs some work. Okay, so I\'m chickening out. It\'s my prerogative. And you know what else it\'s my prerogative to do? I\'m going to become a hermit, at least for this weekend. I\'m not answering me phone. I\'m not checking my e-mail. I\'m just going to sit around in my pajamas and try to sleep.
3:14 pm
You\'d think if you don\'t answer your phone for a few hours that your friends would understand, but of course these are my friends I\'m talking about. If any of us attempted to drop off the face of the Earth even for a few minutes, every single one of us would panic. This time it was Relena.
She wanted to talk to me about her date last night. Yes, she had a date, but of course she didn\'t say with whom, she was too busy yelling at me, and that was after they broke in.
It all started when Lena called me. I heard the phone, but I was too tired to try and reach for it. Besides, I was still half asleep and having a really nice dream...me...Trowa...caramel sauce...but I\'m getting off-track.
After I finally got up, I decided to take a bath without checking my messages. If I did, I would have found at least half a dozen waiting for me. I didn\'t hear most of them, and the others...well I just couldn\'t get up the energy to answer them, and I just didn\'t want to before my bath. All I wanted was a cup of tea and a warm tub. I deserved it, too. Hell, after the week I\'ve had, I deserve fifteen buff Swedish men massaging me for a whole 24 hours, but I\'m not greedy; a bath is more than enough. At least that\'s what I thought until I had three angry friends standing at the door to my bathroom.
Well to make a long lecture short, I got a nice little tongue reaming, but I wasn\'t in any mood to just sit and listen. I was naked, in a bathtub, trying to forget that I have sisters or that my boyfriend hasn\'t kissed me, and my friends yelling at me wasn\'t helping. So I fought back, while still naked and in the bath. It wasn\'t one of the high points of my week.
I think it was about twenty minutes before Duo registered that I was naked, and the bastard started laughing. He laughed at me...naked. It\'s not funny. It kind of made me feel insecure, but I\'ll get back to that later.
After Wufei stopped the braided bastard (Look, alliteration! I remr Enr English 101 sometimes) from making me feel inadequate, it was decided that I needed to get out of the bath before I caught cold. So they left me alone to get dried off and dressed, which I reluctantly did. I still didn\'t want company, but there was no nice way to get rid of them. I just wasn\'t in the mood for people, but I had gotten them all worried and everything...so I let them stay. It really helped that they brought wine over and these lovely chocolates Hilde brought from England called Dairy Trays [1]. How they knew that I needed chocolate and wine is beyond me, but it\'s what I needed; well that and lunch, but I try not to be too picky. Besides, you get a better buzz when you don\'t eat first.
They left a little bit ago, so I\'m all alone again, yeah me! And I\'m still a little buzzed off of the wine. I think I want another nap. Yup, nap sounds good.
10:25 pm
Next time my friends decide that I\'ve gone missing, someone remind me to call Trowa. Seems that Lena decided it would be a good idea for Duo to call him. It was because no one called to tell him I\'m fine and they found me. So he showed up here right after his shift at the clinic was done, pounding on the door and trying to make sure that I was okay, which I am. I even caught up on all the sleep I lost.
I did get a nice hug out of the deal, which might be worth all of the other stuff, but I highly doubt Trowa feels that the ends justify the means in this situation. He was genuinely worried.
I suppose it was all my fault that any of this happened in the first place. If I\'d just answered my phone, no one would have worried about me. I just have to remember that in the future. Well that and I need to take my keys away from my friends. What if they walk in on me during a \"sensitive\" time...when I\'m in the middle of something important? That would be just plain embarrassing for Trowa and I. But, I\'m jumping the gun. We haven\'t even kissed and I\'m thinking about doing naughty things to him.
It\'s kind of frustrating that he hasn\'t tried anything since that one time at the clinic. Especially since I know that I\'m ready for it. I think I\'ve dropped a couple hints, but hints usually don\'t work on men. I should know; I\'ve had more than enough girlfriends drop hints to me that I never picked up on. Of course they were usually about sex, and everyone knows how well those worked...
That brings up yet another problem. Sex. I know how male/female sex is supposed to work, but what about male/male sex? Is it just blowjob and sixty-nine or is there more? From what I hea heard coming from Duo\'s room in college, there\'s got to be more, I\'m just not exactly sure what. That\'s worrying me a little, especially since my hand is getting less and less satisfying with each date. Perhaps this is Allah\'s curse for choosing something that He doesn\'t like, or it could be the fact that I\'m forced to resort to that so often. I read somewhere if you masturbate too much, then it desensitizes your organ. Could that be happening to me? I hope I haven\'t broken it. Then what good will I be months (and I say months and not years because I\'m beiptimptimistic) down the road when Trowa and I do get to that stage in our relationship?
It\'s not that I\'m not satisfied with him, far from it, and I wouldn\'t trade these months of going slow for anything, but...well all my relationships before this were built on a more physical exploration, with very little emotional stability, and that is why they never lasted. I at least have a firm foundation with Trowa, and I like that; but damn it, it\'s time to get going somewhere. I\'m getting frustrated.
Great, thinking about this got me all wound up again. I wonder if there\'s any more wine left.
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1. I know, I couldn\'t help it. Dairy Trays are a recurring theme in Bridget Jones\'s Diary. She has some at least once a chapter. I don\'t really know what they\'re like, seeing as you can\'t seem to get them in Eastern Washington, but I thought it would be a nice touch.
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Saturday, March 29th
9:34 am
It has been a week and a half. My sisters have been talking, which is never a good thing. Adila, Leila, and Faizah seem to think it\'s a good idea if I step down to save the family from the paparazzi scandal that would most definitely happen when I come out. Personally, I don\'t care. They haven\'t given me the chance to even get me feet damp in the corporate waters, and the only way I\'m giving up is if they can prove me incompitent. I know what I\'m capable of, and so what if there\'s a little bad press because I happen to havefereferences that don\'t fit the confined societal norms; it\'s not like I\'m all that big of a public figure. It won\'t make that large of a media storm. Not anything to lose sleep over.
The problem is that I have been. Lots of sleep. I stayed up late last night watching AMC. I thought after Pillow Talk I\'d be getting a little sleepy, but no, of course it doesn\'t work like that. It was three in the morning before I ended up lying sleeplessly in my bed.
The world looks different at that time. It\'s quiet and soft. There\'s very little traffic on the streets, but as high up as I am, it\'s rare to hear cars going by at all. Everything\'s stiller though, which makes it a good time to think.
Thinking is the last thing you want to do at three in the morning. You want to sleep, but of course your mind won\'t let you, so you just keep lying in bed and thinking, until you somehow lose consciousness after you convince yourself that all the problems are solved. But somehow, the solutions don\'t sound as logical in the morning.
Take this problem with my sisters as an example. I decided at three in the morning that it would be a good idea to e-mail the rest of them and tell the other twenty-six what\'s going on. It sounds like a good conclusion, until I got up and checked my e-mail.
A word of advice, and no I don\'t know why I\'m giving advice to a book, never write important letters when you\'re too tired to keep the whining little kid voice out of your head. At least my sisters understand when I do something like that. I\'ve gotten several e-mails suggesting good sleep aids, a few that say I\'m a big boy and can take care of myself, but the majority of them are outraged that family would think such \"atrocious\" things and have taken it upon themselves to band together and support me. Like it\'ll do much good.
I may have had one stroke of genius in the wee hours of the morning. I\'m going to throw Trowa against a wall and kiss his brains out. I know I can do it. I\'ve been told that I\'m a very good kisser. I\'m just getting tied of waiting for him to try it again. We\'ve been dating for two months now and not gotten past kisses on the cheek, and I had to initiate that. It\'s really sweet that he doesn\'t want to push me, but I wish he would. I really wish he would, but if I need to kiss him, then I\'ll kiss him.
Okay, even that doesn\'t sound vsmarsmart right now. I\'m glad I didn\'t call him up and put that plan into action. It\'s weak. Definitely needs some work. Okay, so I\'m chickening out. It\'s my prerogative. And you know what else it\'s my prerogative to do? I\'m going to become a hermit, at least for this weekend. I\'m not answering me phone. I\'m not checking my e-mail. I\'m just going to sit around in my pajamas and try to sleep.
3:14 pm
You\'d think if you don\'t answer your phone for a few hours that your friends would understand, but of course these are my friends I\'m talking about. If any of us attempted to drop off the face of the Earth even for a few minutes, every single one of us would panic. This time it was Relena.
She wanted to talk to me about her date last night. Yes, she had a date, but of course she didn\'t say with whom, she was too busy yelling at me, and that was after they broke in.
It all started when Lena called me. I heard the phone, but I was too tired to try and reach for it. Besides, I was still half asleep and having a really nice dream...me...Trowa...caramel sauce...but I\'m getting off-track.
After I finally got up, I decided to take a bath without checking my messages. If I did, I would have found at least half a dozen waiting for me. I didn\'t hear most of them, and the others...well I just couldn\'t get up the energy to answer them, and I just didn\'t want to before my bath. All I wanted was a cup of tea and a warm tub. I deserved it, too. Hell, after the week I\'ve had, I deserve fifteen buff Swedish men massaging me for a whole 24 hours, but I\'m not greedy; a bath is more than enough. At least that\'s what I thought until I had three angry friends standing at the door to my bathroom.
Well to make a long lecture short, I got a nice little tongue reaming, but I wasn\'t in any mood to just sit and listen. I was naked, in a bathtub, trying to forget that I have sisters or that my boyfriend hasn\'t kissed me, and my friends yelling at me wasn\'t helping. So I fought back, while still naked and in the bath. It wasn\'t one of the high points of my week.
I think it was about twenty minutes before Duo registered that I was naked, and the bastard started laughing. He laughed at me...naked. It\'s not funny. It kind of made me feel insecure, but I\'ll get back to that later.
After Wufei stopped the braided bastard (Look, alliteration! I remr Enr English 101 sometimes) from making me feel inadequate, it was decided that I needed to get out of the bath before I caught cold. So they left me alone to get dried off and dressed, which I reluctantly did. I still didn\'t want company, but there was no nice way to get rid of them. I just wasn\'t in the mood for people, but I had gotten them all worried and everything...so I let them stay. It really helped that they brought wine over and these lovely chocolates Hilde brought from England called Dairy Trays [1]. How they knew that I needed chocolate and wine is beyond me, but it\'s what I needed; well that and lunch, but I try not to be too picky. Besides, you get a better buzz when you don\'t eat first.
They left a little bit ago, so I\'m all alone again, yeah me! And I\'m still a little buzzed off of the wine. I think I want another nap. Yup, nap sounds good.
10:25 pm
Next time my friends decide that I\'ve gone missing, someone remind me to call Trowa. Seems that Lena decided it would be a good idea for Duo to call him. It was because no one called to tell him I\'m fine and they found me. So he showed up here right after his shift at the clinic was done, pounding on the door and trying to make sure that I was okay, which I am. I even caught up on all the sleep I lost.
I did get a nice hug out of the deal, which might be worth all of the other stuff, but I highly doubt Trowa feels that the ends justify the means in this situation. He was genuinely worried.
I suppose it was all my fault that any of this happened in the first place. If I\'d just answered my phone, no one would have worried about me. I just have to remember that in the future. Well that and I need to take my keys away from my friends. What if they walk in on me during a \"sensitive\" time...when I\'m in the middle of something important? That would be just plain embarrassing for Trowa and I. But, I\'m jumping the gun. We haven\'t even kissed and I\'m thinking about doing naughty things to him.
It\'s kind of frustrating that he hasn\'t tried anything since that one time at the clinic. Especially since I know that I\'m ready for it. I think I\'ve dropped a couple hints, but hints usually don\'t work on men. I should know; I\'ve had more than enough girlfriends drop hints to me that I never picked up on. Of course they were usually about sex, and everyone knows how well those worked...
That brings up yet another problem. Sex. I know how male/female sex is supposed to work, but what about male/male sex? Is it just blowjob and sixty-nine or is there more? From what I hea heard coming from Duo\'s room in college, there\'s got to be more, I\'m just not exactly sure what. That\'s worrying me a little, especially since my hand is getting less and less satisfying with each date. Perhaps this is Allah\'s curse for choosing something that He doesn\'t like, or it could be the fact that I\'m forced to resort to that so often. I read somewhere if you masturbate too much, then it desensitizes your organ. Could that be happening to me? I hope I haven\'t broken it. Then what good will I be months (and I say months and not years because I\'m beiptimptimistic) down the road when Trowa and I do get to that stage in our relationship?
It\'s not that I\'m not satisfied with him, far from it, and I wouldn\'t trade these months of going slow for anything, but...well all my relationships before this were built on a more physical exploration, with very little emotional stability, and that is why they never lasted. I at least have a firm foundation with Trowa, and I like that; but damn it, it\'s time to get going somewhere. I\'m getting frustrated.
Great, thinking about this got me all wound up again. I wonder if there\'s any more wine left.
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1. I know, I couldn\'t help it. Dairy Trays are a recurring theme in Bridget Jones\'s Diary. She has some at least once a chapter. I don\'t really know what they\'re like, seeing as you can\'t seem to get them in Eastern Washington, but I thought it would be a nice touch.