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I’ve got you

I finished up a project Friday night and decided to treat myself to dinner at California Tortilla. Cal Tort is my fav. There is, perhaps, nothing sexier than warm, cheesy queso.

downloadQueso is kinda like Cha Cha in the movie Grease. You know she’s bad for you, but you just can’t help yourself.

I placed a to go order.

When my food was ready, I headed toward the door, one hand full with a bag of steaming hot Mexican food and the other with a tray holding two soft drinks.

As I made my way out, I paused at the doors, trying to figure out how I was going to open them.

I heard a voice from behind.

“I’ve got you,” a man said as he pushed open the first set of doors, waited for me to pass through and then opened the second set.

“Thank you,” was the only thing I could think to say.

Out in the parking lot, I felt a little lighter, a little more hopeful for the future.

“I’ve got you,” this man had said. And he did.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he had been talking about the doors or something else, something much bigger and more important.

“I’ve got you.”

Those three words still giving me hope.

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Happy Sunday to all of my readers. Go forth and do good deeds. You will change the world!

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The butch is back

HelpWe had a great Thanksgiving day.

And then I was getting ready for bed.  You know, putting on my flannel PJs.

“I think I’m getting sick,” I told W.

“Maybe you’re hung over,” she said.

I did drink a lot of red wine.  Various relatives kept telling me it was “sipping” wine.  Whatever that means.

Turns out it wasn’t a hangover.  It was a cold.

I cleared my schedule for the following week and stayed in bed watching wrestling videos.  Don’t judge.

W was great.  She bought groceries and brought me food and took care of things around the house.

Truth be told, I wasn’t that sick.  I felt like I needed some down time, and for once my schedule was cooperative.

“You usually don’t let me help you,” W commented the other night.

I don’t.  I’m a butch.  We can do everything ourselves.  We don’t need help.  Even when we’re sick.

Don’t tell the other butches … but it was kind of nice to be taken care of for a few days.

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Are you a can-do butch?  Do you find it hard to ask for and accept help?