Friday, September 30, 2016

I married my Booty Call

BOOTY CALL: A late night summons — often made via telephone — to arrange clandestine sexual liaisons on an ad hoc basis.
*Urban Dictionary

He was supposed to be a booty call. That’s it.

We were both kid-free every other weekend so that’s when we did “our thing.”  That’s what we called it, “our thing.”

“Our thing” would start at 6 p.m. on Friday and end at 6 p.m. on Sunday. “Our thing” was basically tons of uninterrupted sex with Gatorade nearby to hydrate when needed, when we wanted, where we wanted for 48 hours.

Sometimes we ordered pizza. Sometimes we’d actually put clothes on and go out.

When we couldn’t hold out until our next kid-free weekend, we would sneak in a “nooner” during the week.  At first, these sessions took intricate planning on both our parts. Eventually, everything easily fell into place. It was as if the universe wanted us to have sex!

But it wasn’t a relationship. I wasn’t his girlfriend and he wasn’t my boyfriend. In fact, my mom once referred to him as my boyfriend in a casual conversation and I snapped, “Bite your tongue, woman! I don’t have a boyfriend and I don’t want one.”

Four months later, we were exchanging text messages on a Saturday morning when this one hit my phone:

“I am undeniably, head over heels in love with you.”
(Babe, sorry for throwing it out like that, but this is my blog.)

I remember that moment vividly. I was cleaning my bathroom. As the content and context of his text message really hit me, I remember saying, “Oh shit,” almost in slow motion, out loud, to no one.

I remember smiling. A lot. Like an idiot. And I couldn’t stop.

I had no intentions of falling in love with this man. But I did. I had no intentions of marrying this man. But I did. Twice. (So, like, we have two anniversaries, two weeks apart.)

My booty call proved to be my soul mate. The love of my life. Mi corazón, mi alma, mi vida.

He’s an amazing husband, and a loving and caring father to our daughters. All six of them. (His three, my two, and we became legal guardians of another one two months ago.) 

And now the love of my life, mi corazón, has cancer.

To be continued… 

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Note: Originally posted on my new blog. Click here to check it out.