London in December Part Deux

Posted by Jane

It will be a year in December since Kip and I have touched each other. And believe me, we would have touched each other if we could only see each other. But all this year has provided so far has been a long string of sexually frustrated phone calls and conversations on the Internet, involving pet names like baby,luv and sweetheart. 

If you haven’t read Kip and I’s background, he’s been living in India since December, and I moved back to America (we met in London) at the same time. I’ve now moved back to London and he’s still in Bollywood. 

A few months ago, things started going dry in the talky talky department, and prospects for our future together were looking grim. I even made a conscious effort (worthy to say the least) to break it off with him before my move back to London. He mentioned he wished I would give it a second thought, and sap that I am, I said I would. 

Because I’m still in love with the guy. 

So lucky for me, he has made it his official intention to come back to London in December once again. And he may be staying (fingers crossed) indefinitely. Our anticipation of a rekindled love affair has as Tilia would say, “changed the dynamic” a bit, bringing us a bit closer once again. We have been speaking every day (and that’s rare) and have been comparing cooking skills. (He’s hot and he cooks ladies) 

I find it rather ironic that he’s coming back almost exactly a year after we saw each other last. And not even necessarily on purpose. The film he’s working on just happens to finish at the end of November, when he becomes free. He’s excited. I’m excited, we’re all excited. Especially because we all know how hot rekindled love affair-sex can be. Nudge Nudge. 

So I’ll once again meet him at Victoria station where he met me on a cold December morning, both of us suffering from sleep deprivation. But hopefully this time we won’t have to part on a cold, windy, rainy evening at the Heathrow Airport where he accidentally puts salt packets in his coffee and I have to write him a cheesy but poetic one liner on my Sumatra stained paper napkin. He’s just one of the people you never stop hoping for. 

Maybe this time he’ll stay. And maybe I will too. 

 

~ by Jane on August 18, 2008.