Friday, August 31, 2018

Best in Show...

We are home on a Friday night. We argued and then spent a LONG time in bed making up so we missed our movie time.

We went to lunch with some of his friends and his one friend who normally never addresses me made some rude comments. 

He started off nice, asked me how my classes were going... but when I told him they'd just started and I'd been out of school since the spring semester, he said, "What have you been doing since May? What have you been doing?" 

"Keeping up with the house, going to the gym... um," that was all I could think of. 

"Wow, that must be nice! I wish I could do that." 

Then A. jumped in saying "Emi runs my life. He takes care of me and he's very good with the home budget. I save so much having him. He does everything for me." That was the only time he jumped in. Then he kind of ignored it and talked to his other friends. 

This rude friend kept coming back to me even though I was trying to ignore him and not make eye contact and play on my phone. He kept asking me what it's like to not do anything. He was trying to be funny about it and I don't even think he realized how rude it was. 

At one point he told me that in his country, there was a word in Arabic for boys like me that translates to like a poodle or show dog. He said it's boys who lay around all day looking pretty and waiting to be pet, fed, or played with. 


I looked at A. who was turned away from us and talking in Farsi to his other friend. I looked back at the rude guy, then I got up and left. I went to the bathroom and texted A. to let me know when he was walking out to the valet and I'd meet him there. 

He didn't know I was in the bathroom so he called me to ask where I was and what was wrong. I told him I didn't want to ruin his lunch, but I was done and I'd meet up with him when he finished. He paid for our ticket and got my food to go then I met him at the valet. I wasn't even hungry anymore so I didn't take the food from him. 

I told him what happened on the way home, and he kept trying to explain it away like the friend says shocking things to be funny and that he was teasing me because he had an obvious crush on me. 

That was so not the case. I hate when guys think that someone being rude and obnoxious is a way to flirt. No. No one enjoys being called a show dog or whatever the Arabic word meant. 

A. said Omani guys are like that and he will make sure I'm not alone with him like that ever again. 

He said the guy expected me to tease him back. I reminded A. that he frowns whenever I get into conversations with his friends outside of when he is participating. I told him that he wants me to be his quiet sidekick boy, but if he wants that then he should defend me when his friends are being rude. 

We went back and forth until we got home. We never yell at each other, that's not how we are. It's more like a polite back and forth with the goal of making each other happy. 

He said most of his friends respect me as his boy and perhaps that friend doesn't respect him that he would even engage me like that whether flirtatious or rude. I think he understood that it wasn't just someone being playful and it hurt my feelings. I'm pretty insecure about not working or contributing financially to things and when someone works hard to press on that nerve, it makes me feel pretty bad. 

I didn't cry though. A. agreed that he should have paid more attention. He said he wouldn't have wanted me to be rude back to the guy. He called the guy and yelled at him in Farsi or Arabic. He speaks both. He told me the guy will not bother me again. 

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

How old does he treat you?

How old are you in your Arab or Persian's eyes? 

I was thinking that today after emailing with a friend about the restrictions put on him by his Arab guy. My guy is Persian, but a quarter Arab on his mom's side so it's easier to lump him into that even though I'd never say that to his face. He's very much a proud Persian.... ANYWAYS!



I love this look. I get this look when I pin him down on the bed and he looks up at me like, "Really? You think you're tough? What you gonna do?" 

I was thinking of this sliding scale of indicators to tell just how old you are in your Arab's eyes. 

When we started dating, I was about a five year old in his eyes. He would leave me alone either in my father's home, or at pre-planned activities like specific classes or things with my friends. He would take me and pick me up. 

Right now I kind of place myself at a 7 or 8 year old. I'm allowed to roam our building, but I can't go across the street or out on my own. He doesn't think it's safe. We have the tracker apps on our phones so we can always see where each other is. That's something most couples probably do though. 

Once we have kids, I'll be like a teenager, hopefully. I will learn to drive and be able to go places and take the kids around. But maybe not. Maybe when he becomes a father, it'll make him even more protective. 


I get this look when he explains to me I can't walk a block away by myself to the drugstore. It's the look that says, "The world is too dangerous for you. Be ok with my rules, please." 

I should make a chart! You find the indicators that best fit your relationship and it gives a real age equivalent. That could be an app! 

Some days I slide all the way down to baby, especially if we are on vacation and he has time to focus too much on me. Or when we are around his friends I slide down to toddler. 

I'm not complaining. I know I could be with a guy who is more into an equal type relationship, but I like what I have. I find my freedoms in little ways here and there, but at the end of the day I love the arms that hold me and tell me it's bedtime and rub me until I fall asleep on his chest. 

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Earthquake!!! Awkward Survival Tips.

Lukas chapter 9 is up. I'm happy the feedback so far is good on it. I was worried. I'm already going on the next chapter. I have a plan and I think it'll shake things up a little. Just trying to figure out the line between hot-dirty and gross-dirty. It's not so much about the line as it is the writing. You can do obscenely filthy things with characters, but if it's done right then it works.

I met my tutor yesterday. He helped me go through the first few things in each course and he set up a plan with activities in my Google student calendar so every morning I get a list of things to check off like readings, forum post, etcetera… that's a great word. It's Latin. Two words, et meaning “and;” cetera meaning “similar things.”


He's a cool guy, 80% business and 20% fun. A (Persian husband) gave us a speech about him not doing the work for me, just making sure I have enough help to learn what I need. I think it'll work out. I'm seeing him again tomorrow then it's labor day weekend. Yay.

Did anyone feel the 4.4 earthquake? It was like two short ones at 7:30. I was just coming back from doing the dishes and A was pacing in the living room talking on the phone. His first instinct was to grab me and my first was to duck behind the back of the couch.

It's funny how your instincts take over like that. I was trained to get next to something bigger than me and taller so if crap falls from the ceiling it has something to break it's fall instead of crushing me. It's called the triangle of safety or something. His instinct was to pull me into his chest to protect me.


So it was like he reached for me with his arms and I dropped down. Lol. It was awkward. He got down with me for the second one. He says we felt it stronger than it was because this is a new construction building with earthquake safety so the building is designed to roll and rumble with the Earth rather than stand strong and crumble. We had very different earthquake training. In Iran they got in door frames and under desks. In California, we used to get under desks, then learned the triangle of safety.

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Dinner & a Movie with a Memory

We went with his friends last night to dinner and to see Crazy Rich Asians. If you haven't seen it, you must! There is so much to love about this movie and you don't have to know anything about Chinese culture or Singapore to love it. You will see all these actors from a variety of tv shows and be like "Oh that's that guy from that show!" or "I love her!" 


So many hot guys in this film!!

So much of the movie made me think back to my Emerson and Ali story, and even more to Lincoln and Amir. I looked back and realized that I first started Emerson and the Lion (my first story to be posted online) August 30th, 2015. 

That's almost three years ago! OMG I can't even remember what my life was like back when I started writing that. 

I had only known A for a little over two months and I was still living in my father's home. It was my first week being a real college student and not a high school kid taking college classes. I remember how weird it felt to not wake up at 5:30 to head to my first day of school. I remember A (now my husband) refusing to let me take the bus. He got up early to be able to pick me up. I even offered to ride my bike over to his place and then go from there, but he came over and I made him breakfast. 

Ok I'll blog about that stuff later. A three year anniversary for Emerson and the beginning of putting stories up. It seems like a lifetime ago. 

But some of the stuff in the movie like the plane with the private room pod! I put that in the Lincoln series! I know I didn't invent it, but it just was so cool to see it on the screen and imagine my characters in there having sex and watching movies to pass the long flight to Satra. Then there was the home and parties and servants and everything else I imagined Emerson walking in to. It's a really great film! Please go see it! 😍

We went to a really fancy Chinese restaurant before the movie. Being out here closer to the San Gabriel Valley we have the most Chinese-dominant cities in the US and it's probably only second to the Bay Area in overall populations. 


Dumplings are Bomb! 

I had an assortment of dumplings. One had soup in it! So when I bit into it there was this really good soup. Another one had vegetables. The string beans with almonds were my favorite, and the spicy noodles were too hot for me. 🤤

I was sitting between A and one of his friends that I don't know very well. Halfway into dinner, A got up and made me switch seats with him. He said he was having trouble hearing his friend across the table, but then later he told me the guy I was sitting next to was too interested. I thought he was just making nice conversation, but then he kept taking pictures of the food and everyone and A said he was trying to just get pictures of me. Sometimes I zone out with his friends because they use Farsi and Arabic and languages/inside jokes that I don't understand. I don't always pick up when someone seems genuinely friendly and interested in my life versus someone who is trying to move in on me. 🤷

We woke up this morning to find out there was an earthquake in Iran. A's family is all safe. It was a big one. 


Go see this movie!! You will not be disappointed!

Thursday, August 23, 2018

Almost finished! I'm finally pretty.

I'm so excited. For the last year-point-five, I've been doing the invisalign trays and I'm almost finished. My teeth are so pretty now. They weren't super jacked up, but like the dentist guy said the bite was wrong and it would cause problems later in life. My dentist growing up said the same thing, but my dad couldn't afford braces. 

A. (persian husband) started taking me to his dentist when he first moved me into the house he got for us. He told my dad he would be responsible for my medical needs. When his Persian dentist (everything in his world must be Persian) said I needed them, he immediately said yes. They are crazy expensive and I go through two trays a month. I told him he didn't have to get me any other gifts or clothes for the whole year, but he just laughed and rolled his eyes at me. He doesn't like me talking about money and says it is his duty to take care of those things. 

The only time they hurt is when you first put in a new tray. It feels ok for an hour then it hurts for a few hours then fades to a dull ache then is fine. I usually take an Advil PM when we get home from the dentist so I can make him dinner then pass out on the couch while he works then he takes me to bed when he's ready. Today I just took a regular advil since we went to the dentist so early. 



The only times they get in the way is when I'm talking and I sound all lispy with them in, OR when we are at a restaurant and I have to duck under the table to take them out. Usually I go to the restroom so I can rinse off the spit and put them in their case. I'm feeling more confident with smiling and even kissing. I always worried his tongue would judge my teeth. 

If you ever consider them, the best way to clean is getting that clear natural mouthwash and soaking them in that while you are eating. My teeth are looking really nice now! A. says I look like a kept boy from West Hollywood.  I guess that's a good thing. 

After the dentist we went to get haircuts at the Persian barber. We got a new one when we moved. This is a nice older guy who speaks with A in Farsi the whole time. A tells him exactly how he likes my hair (a super tight 1 on the sides and just trim a little on top). He doesn't tell him that he likes it long on top so he can grip it when we're doing stuff. 


He likes a good sprout on top to grab and play with. It works best when I crawl on the floor all stealthy to just between his legs when he's working on the couch. I nuzzle in between his legs and bump the laptop until he moves it to the side then pulls my hair to guide me in... ok this got dirty, sorry... 

I promise I am going to finish Lukas this weekend! We have plans Saturday but other than that I should have some time. I already started on my new classes! I'm excited.  

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Pirates and Tutors

We are having a pretty normal week. :) It's nice and boring, but with stuff to do. 

I got the information for my classes. I have four of them and I can look at the projects and the lectures. I only had to buy one big book, the rest had readings in pdfs which is kind of cool. 

Lukas is coming along. I just need a sex scene, but I keep getting distracted while working on it. I'm more excited for the next chapter. The tenth! I need some big drama to shake things up. I need to kick this series back into high gear. I need big drama, big sex, lights, action, fury, fire, 2 cans of whoop-ass, and a scented candle. Maybe Lukas will be kidnapped by a pirate.... 


So A. (the Persian husband) hired a tutor for me. We meet next week! I'm excited. We texted which is really weird because the only two people use my phone number, A and my dad. My friends use whatsapp or hangouts to text me. I like whatsapp because I get in on the group messages so even if I'm not really part of their daily world I get to see the back and forth arguments, memes, and jokes and feel included. 

Anyways, so the tutor was texting me and of course A is included in it. We are going to start next week and meet at A's office when he is there working. He's going to help me plan out the projects  and assignments so I get everything done. A says I am NOT to use him to do my classes for me. I would never do that!! I don't know why he would feel the need to explicitly tell me that. 

A said he was a skinny kid who is focused, but will be fun for me to work with. He knows I mostly just need a slightly encouraging friend to work with. I'm a great students. I always get my A, except in math... and science. But in my major stuff like English or Writing, I always get my A. I do way more than is required. 

It's interesting because he says the guy is Asian, but with A that could mean anything. He could be Russian, Indian, Arab, Chinese, Eastern Egyptian, or Turkish. I didn't want to ask him more about it because I feel weird talking about stuff like that with him. I think in the US, we mostly assume that when someone is called Asian, they mean East Asian, but it's a huge continent with tons of different cultures. He likes to confuse me with that stuff to "open my mind." 

Sunday, August 19, 2018

birthday weekend

He had a great birthday weekend!! I think. He seems happy.

Saturday we went to the outlets then went to this Japanese place where you sit around the grill and the guy makes food right in front of you! I've seen it in TV but when I mentioned to him that I've never been to one he demanded we go. It was so cool. You get to order two or three kinds of meat so we each ordered two knowing I would only eat one. So chicken for me and steak, chicken, and more steak for him. I did have a bite of the steak. It was pretty good but the grilled vegetables were amazing!


We shared a grill with these straight girls having a girls night and they loved us. A. (husband) was charming them like he does with strangers. He was complaining to them that I never take him out or let him eat steak (so many lies!!!). They adored him. When he saw they were turning against me though, he told them what a wonderful husband I am and how much I put up with. We both got adored after that. I am the worst with chopsticks. He, of course, uses them flawlessly.

For his birthday party I decorated the tree for him (we have this Norfolk pine that is about 4 feet tall in it's pot. We got it two years ago. When we get a house we will plant it, but it's great to decorate for Christmas and birthdays/anniversaries. It's not too messy for an indoor plant.). I put all the ornaments we bought from places we visited and pictures of us along with a string of clear lights.


His friends and my friends came over and there was alcohol. We grilled up on the rooftop patio thing and he kept making me go put more sunblock on. It was hot up there :(. He needed a relaxing day without work and entering his 30s is a big deal. He made me a “cocktail” but it was just a half shot of Tito’s vodka with cherry 7up (my favorite). It was good. I felt a little goofy, but it didn’t last too long.

At the outlets we stopped in a baby store and looked at things for the future. There is so much to buy. We bought a tiny onesie and a little stuffed lamb. I expected him to tell the saleslady we were buying for a friend or something, but he put his arm around me and said we were getting ready for our own. That's a big step for him. He's opening up.

Most of the people are gone and just a few of his friends are left and they’re deep in a video game so I have a little time to work on Lukas. This chapter isn’t going to be super dramatic, but the next one will be, I needed to do some setup.

Tomorrow is his actual birthday and I'll wake him up with a nice breakfast and his last gift.

Oh his gifts! I got him Dodger's tickets, a new wireless phone charger, and some new boxer briefs I plan to see him in. Tomorrow I'll give him the new digital photo frame with updated pics of us for his desk at work.

Friday, August 17, 2018

Some things were meant to be...

A. (the Persian husband) is trapped on the westside for a five pm meeting and he sent me this video with a message saying "How I feel about coming home to you after a very long day." 


Isn't that so cute? I love 21 Pilots. A. is so unbelievably sweet sometimes. I know his day was crazy and he still took time to think of me. 

I'm making pizza for dinner when he comes home. He likes my homemade pizza and I have a variety of stuff for him to choose to put on it. He gets 3/4 and I get 1/4. His is the more interesting part. I just like cheese and tomatoes and some spices. His is piles of fun. No pepperoni or things that come from pigs though. We are a Halal house. 

It was a good week. I even took a good nap today after the gym. I have my classes set and next week they are supposed to post the syllabi so I can go through and start on some projects and reading. 

He says he has a few rent-a-friends (tutors) to interview for me. He's meeting with them Monday at his office. He will interview and select one. I'm not good at picking people. I like everyone and I can't stand to reject someone. That's his department. 

I'm ready for a nice long weekend together. He is going to take us shopping and then his birthday is coming up! We're having his party on Sunday so his friends can come out. Most of his college friends are still where we used to live so they will come here and we are going to barbecue and have a fun day. He invited some of my friends too. We'll go to the grocery store tomorrow after shopping so we can load up on supplies. There will be lots of alcohol, not much for me. He said he'll make me a cocktail I'll like. 

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Birthday and Lukas page!

5 days til his birthday. It's a new decade for him. He's just finishing the one I started last year. I can tell he is a little bummed. He had always said 20’s for building work and love, 30’s for building family. He accomplished his 20’s and he had lined up for us to be in a house in gated Orange County by now.


He mentioned it yesterday when we had our long talk, but he said that if I was unhappy feeling trapped in this high rise with the gym, pool, grass deck, and coffee shop then I'd be feeling even worse in a big empty house behind gates.
He said it's worked out better to be here where I at least have things to see and his work is closer. I know once his birthday hits he's going to really want to kick off the baby making process.


I think I'll be ready for it. We are going to take a child care class. They offer them at an lgbt friendly learning center and it'll be at night so we can go together. It's probably the ONLY gay thing he'll ever want to go to. It'll be fun though meeting other gay and lesbian couples. He would rather do it out here but he wants us to hear from other people who will be going through similar things.


I have his birthday gift ready. I shouldn't post it here because there's always the chance he stalks me enough to read this blog. Although I think that if he did he'd shut it down quickly.


One day way down the road I'm going to give him a bound printed copy of Noah's starship. I'll have to change the names and events a little for accuracy, but I think he'd like that I chronicled our first year. I won't call it Noah's Starship. I'll need a different title. Something with his name in it.


I was thinking about his accent today and how he calls me Emi but can't say it like I would. It sounds more like EHH-me. When we first met her said it like UHH-muh-ree. I thought it was so cute and never corrected him. Eventually he got closer.


We are getting into a routine of him doing an hour of work before bedtime. It's better than him working while he eats dinner straight through to bedtime. He did come home for lunch and I was just back from the gym and freshly showered so we ended up having playtime and then I made him a sandwich to go. It was a nice surprise.

I made a page on my website for Lukas & The Shah. Ok this is a FAIL attempt at making a picture for it, but it's not horrible is it???? I used a guy Brittany Spears is dating. The original pic was two different colors:


Is it terrible??


Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Deep thoughts for a Tuesday

I don't write much about the sad side of being his boy, but classes are starting again soon and my friends are already talking about the parties and the LGBT student pride stuff and just the daily fun of being together on campus. I'm not going to be there. I'll be home looking at a computer screen and waiting like a pet for the husband to come home and take me out for a walk.


It got even worse when he discovered that the grocery store will deliver an order for free. A five dollar tip to him is worth more than having to endure an hour driving, shopping, then bringing back groceries. But for me that's fun time out and about with him pushing the cart and telling me about his day.


Sometimes it gets to be too much, life in a beautiful high-rise prison. One person mentioned that my life before had lots of freedom but also financial struggle and no love. Now I have the guy my body craves and I never even think about how much something costs when I put it in the grocery cart or buy it online… but it's lonely.

Even my dad doesn't spend much time here. He's out working or bowling or dating. He's happy here. He's almost forty and he gets to live without worrying. I like seeing him less stressed, but he doesn't really take me places either. When I talk to him he says, "You have a husband. You chose him and made a commitment. You need to work it out with him. It's not my place to get involved." He points me to A with my worries. He doesn't want to interfere.


I spend less than an hour each morning cleaning things that already clean... then do the gym and then try to write but I'm not out to see things and get inspired so it's hard to think up new storylines. I even googled how to do prison cell workouts for ideas on how I can get more movement in this apartment. I'm going crazy.


He knows me so well now and he knows I'm not happy like this. Normally I bug him with conversation and questions and jokes when he comes home but now it's like I just sit quietly by his side. It sucks.


He called me at lunch time and said he'd come home a little early so we could talk. He found me in the kitchen making the chicken cacciatore he likes (a healthy version). He turned off the stove and took me to our bedroom (dad was watching TV in the living room). He told me to get naked and he made us a bubble bath then turned the lights off and lit some candles.


We talk best when we are naked and in the dark. He knows I crumble when I look him in the eye and I lose my nerve. He knows I won't say something if I think it'll upset him. He knows I'll pretend it's ok and he loves me enough to push through my wall.


We talked until the water got cold. He drained some and turned in the hot water again. He says we have to compromise here because going to campus is too far away and the thought of me on an hour bus ride scares him too much. He says he'll try to take me to the LGBT pride club at least once a month to their Tuesday night thing.


He says he's going to hire a math tutor, an unattractive male who has to be at least twenty pounds overweight or over forty years old, to meet with me a few hours each week at his office, not in our home. I told him he should at least be closer to my age and have a good personality. We decided he should be gay but like really gay and someone I'd hang out with. Ok it's not like you can actually order a tutor like this. 😋 We probably sound evil. Sorry. This is how couples talk when alone.


How sad is that? He's going to hire a friend to spend time with me and help me with math.


I don't really have any friends in our building. It's mostly career minded upper income people or Armenian/Persian people with rich parents who are paying the bills. They are the ones I usually like to watch lifting weights at the gym.



He says if things don't get better this semester then he'll look at getting me back on campus but there aren't really any universities for me nearby. CalTech is super smart engineers and Cal State LA is a low achieving commuter school. Occidental is… I'm not sure. That's one University in LA you never ever hear about other than the fact that Obama went there.


I gave up my life to be his good boy.

Would I take that back? Never. Do I need to speak up more? Yes. Will I? Nope. Do I like asking myself questions and answering them? No comment.

Monday, August 13, 2018

New looks and a good show.

I'm not sure if it's a new trend or just the incredible heatwave we've had all summer, but this new thing of guys wearing long sweatpants with the legs pulled up over their calves. I thought it was just a few guys but now it's a full on thing. I've even seen it with guys who aren't working out. It's kind of cute. I like the tank top paired with the pulled up sweatpants. I saw a hot dad rocking the look at Coffee Bean today. Good for him.


Is it a new trend or is Los Angeles just really that hot? I've noticed that sometimes things start out here and then show up in movies and on tv shows in the next season. I'm going to try the look... A (the Persian husband) calls it the "Oops I should have worn shorts" look. He's not big on fashion other than suits though... 

We had the best weekend ever. We did absolutely nothing of any value or work. He did check his emails a little but not enough to where it would ruin our happy laziness.

Saturday we binge watched a show that was only six, one-hour episodes. It's called The Last Post and was a British show about the 1960’s British occupation of a port city on the southern edge of the Arabian peninsula called Aden.

So good to watch while cuddling!!!

A (the Persian husband) immediately pointed out the inaccuracies and claimed that it was not dry enough to be Yemen. He loves when he can share facts about things and feel smart. I guess all men do that. We checked online and sure enough they filmed it in South Africa. He noticed other things but he enjoys those military shows and films.

It let me ask him about his time in the Iranian army. He doesn't talk about it much and said it was a miserable time in his life. If you're into that stuff you should check it out.

++++

We did go to the gym together. I like working out with him. He gets on the treadmill next to me and runs for five minutes then goes to the weights. Then he catches up to me in the elliptical and does five more then goes back to the weights. We work out so completely different. I kill myself on cardio then do my stretches and yoga; while he lifts, squeezes, pushes, and pulls heavy things. I finished before him and sat on the steps between the cardio and weight lifting areas to watch him. He liked showing off for me.

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I got my first hate mail about the Lukas series. Said it was gross that Ari took Lukas fully. He said Lukas is underage and they should have waited. I started to respond but I'll just leave it alone. I don't think Ari and Lukas could have waited much longer.

I'm working on chapter 9 now. Over a third through it. Let's see if I can anger more peeples!! :)

Friday, August 10, 2018

Friday night out.

We had a fun night. A came home early from work (about an hour early, that's what he called taking off early! Workaholic!). 

I made a new friend. He has this client who is from Shanghai and he has this younger boyfriend who is Korean/white and is his version of me but a few years older. He was really nice to me and he helped me pick out what I would like and not like from the menu. I think he liked my husband too... a lot. :) 

We went to this Udon place in JapanTown. It was really crazy. So you start by ordering a bowl of the noodles and whatever meat you want, then you go through this line with your tray and you pick out extras. It was tempura shrimp, tempura vegetables, tempura potato things, tempura fish, tempura chicken, so basically a bunch of fried stuff. I stuck with the noodle soup and got a piece of chicken that wasn't super fried. A (persian husband) loaded up with all the fried stuff I don't let him eat. 


They even had this full cooler of Japanese drinks. I tried this one that was like a milky fruit juice. It was so good! We walked around the area a lot. It's mostly UCLA students and a lot of Asian people. They have cool shops and stuff. 

After we finished, I asked if we could stop by the beach before going home. A groaned and said he was super tired from the long week. I told him, "Ok ok, we can go home. I know you worked like crazy this week." 

But when we got our car from the valet, he went down a street the opposite of where we came from and drove until we got to this super dark little street with a few houses. 

"We are here," he said. 

"Where? It's all dark." I looked at him all weird. Then he turned off the music and rolled down the windows in the car so we could hear the waves. 

"Is the beach. The ocean is dark at night. You want it to glow?" he laughed at me. 

We got out and took our shoes off and walked in the sand down to the waves. There's just something magical about putting your feet in the cold pacific ocean after being trapped inside this apartment all week without seeing much of the outside world. 

I know how tired he was and how hard he worked this week so it was just really special. 

And now we're home and he's answering some emails and making a phone call, then we'll have some together time and I can repay him. That is unless his stomach isn't totally effed from all the fried things he inhaled. :) He was rubbing it on the way home and burping... My Persian loves food. 

We decided we need to go out in the city more instead of just walk to places near us. But he's usually so tired when he gets home. He works so much. 

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Finally finished ch. 8

We are up late tonight. A (the Persian husband) is working on a big project for deadlines tomorrow before the weekend hits. The good part is he will be off early tomorrow and promised to take me out for Friday night in the city. We live so much closer to things now and it's easier to go into LA without getting stuck in crazy 405 traffic chaos. 

I finished Lukas Chapter 8 tonight and just sent it in. It's a long chapter. Maybe it will post tomorrow night while you're all out having wild times! Wild times!! I had to figure out where I want the story to go and I think I have something interesting for it. Readers will either love it or hate it or go "meh" and move on. You never know. 

Next week I have to get ready for my online classes. There isn't much to do, but I did get my schedule. A picked my classes this year. He got a degree plan done for me since I was kind of aimless and taking writing classes that interested me with some of the necessary yuck classes that didn't. 


I'm almost finished with my most hated (math and sciences). I have one more of each and they are going to be tough. He says not to worry and he will budget time to go through it with me. He is a math guy and science guy so I guess opposites attract. He can do accounting and giant spreadsheets and crazy formulas that make no sense to me like that giant trigonometry wheel. He tried to show me that when he picked out the class. I have no idea what it means and doesn't tri mean three like triangle?? SO why is there a circle? 

A says I have to do it and get through it. There is no use complaining and he'll hold my hand the whole time. Painful... so painful. Ok this blog is not exciting today. That's ok. I'm tired and it's bedtime and my man is whistling some weird tune while he works on his laptop at the dining table.  

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Orange County and a look at our future.

We went to this crazy gym today for A to meet up with some clients. They all play basketball together and they gave us free passes to join them. It was a super swanky place! A went to play with them and I got on some cardio machines where I could see the basketball court. 

This one treadmill had all these programmable paths and the tread was made of the same stuff they use to make tires so it was springy and soft. It took me on this run up hills and down. It even felt like the path was twisting and turning. It was so crazy. I want that machine! 

Watching him play basketball was fun. I love seeing him run around and act like a kid. He had on a tank top and short shorts with those running tights under them that make him look like a super hero. Something about him in running tights just makes me all twisted inside. My man is built for combat!



His team lost the game, but he said the clients on the other team were his real targets so he was happy about the score. One of the target clients lived nearby and we went there to shower and change. A loves Orange County, the views, the nice quiet neighborhoods with gates, the wide open boulevards with good pavement. I know he is happy that we chose the apartment we have right now, but a big part of him is ready to get the house down there and get started on a family. 

The client whose house we went to shower and clean up at lives with his partner and their two kids they had using a surrogate. They're both older white guys and very sweet. They have two big dogs I got to play around with. We had dinner with their family before heading back up to LA. It was a good day. 

I'm working on Lukas. It's coming along. I think I have a storyline. I think it's decent. I think I need to finish it within the next few days. 

What's up next? I've really thought about going back to the Cage series and giving it another chapter. I left a cliffhanger two years ago with his dad coming to visit and Cage worried about seeing him. It might be time to wrap that one up.