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Reciprical Visit

The Doc is coming to visit. He booked his ticket on Friday and will be here in TWO WEEKS!

In the time that we've been together, I've opened myself up to him more than I have to any other man I've dated. This may be a result of creating a relationship without constant physical proximity the way most people have. Because we are "together" throught email and things like the sobbing phone call of Friday night (period. mine, not the end of sentence kind), there is more of a need to reveal things to let the other know what is going on.

But there is also a safety in this. I can sit at home and cry while I type an email and not have to explane why I'm crying (because I just AM, okay?) and can talk more about other things such as why I am looking forward to him visiting (aside fom the sex), or how my cramps used to be so bad when I was in high school that I would throw up. I can get this across in text without having to pause for the sobs which may have nothing to do with what I am trying to say.

Not sure whee I'm going with this. I thought I had a point somewhere but seem to have lost it.

Anyway, he'll be here October 4th. So I have plenty of time to clean my room :-)

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