Somedays start out like shit...like today...woke up at three a.m. tossed about until six when the alarm went off only to fall asleep until quarter after seven, needing to be where I needed to be at seven-thirty and yes, it's a twenty minute drive...shit... and then...and only then, does the day really begin to go down hill.
But not today. Today did not take the downward plunge although at quarter til eight I was late, still wretched with a flu bug ongoing for what seems like eternity but in reality has been only ten days, deludged by phone calls and hardly able to communicate through a hoarse, rough throat, and royally pissed because I wasn't able to think through the fuzzy sleep deprived brain ...
Seems bad enough and I was cranky enough ... definitely a shit day.
Then, out of the clear blue, a phone call I didn't mind being on because Sir Hotness was on the other end of the line...and a single question that turned the events of the day, stunned me into silence, and made my heart skip a beat...
"Marry me?"
Roxy Harte, is a multi-published erotica author exploring the emotional and psychological elements of relationships involving BDSM, bondage, sadist, masochist, dominance, and submission; DDLG, age-play relationships; LGBTQIA relationships; and also relationships in which one of the main characters from a chronic illness or disability. Also blogged topics which may or may not be controvertial in nature. If you are easily offended, don't bother checking this site out.
3 comments:
CONGRATULATIONS!
ROXY, OMG, I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!
Congratulations love. He doesn't deserve you (no one does) but he makes you happy and that's what matters.
*hugs*
why don't I have your phone #!
AGH!
That's it...that's all?
Oy's Roxy, not fair - What did you say???
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