Last night, for the first time in a month, I slept the sleep of Joy. Unfettered Joy.
I went to sleep happy. I woke up happy.
I stayed happy all day long. I was beginning to think this would never happen again. If I needed further validation this was my lucky weekend, I woke up to a documentary about doughnuts.
And last night, well, it all paid off... When one of my favorite couples got back together -- finally enjoying a little Reunion ... Ring-Toss (which everybody knows is second only to Revenge Ring-Toss.... or maybe Vacation Ring-Toss.... although, well, Hotel Ring-Toss is pretty high on the list too; so is MakeUp Ring-Toss). If these two crazy kids can work it out, well, the balance of the universe is now restored a little.
This Reunion Ring-Toss is sweeter than most because, well, I (modestly) take full credit for it. Because this s-Ex-tastic reunion kinda happened on my watch (not literally) -- after my gal had crashed at my place last week for some impromptu dog-sitting I unexpectedly needed. I therefore insist that the entirety of this relationship and any future offspring or happiness they might enjoy is owing entirely to the good ju-ju my bed bestowed on them. We now call it The Magic Mattress (just as I was thinking of burning it). She said, "if the neighbors complain, I'm telling them to ju-ju-You." They want to christen me the "F" Faerie, but it's no fun as long as the Lenten swearing prohibition is in place.
And now, I feel redeemed. Confused. But redeemed.
Heck, I think it might be the most joyous I've felt about even sex I have been involved in.