I had a third date with Copper on Wednesday night, and was actually a little excited when I was getting ready, thinking maybe the apathy was dissipating.

Heh.

Dinner was fine; he told a lot of funny cop stories, perhaps a bit embellished, but he made me laugh. We continued on to one of my favorite bars, had a drink and watched the ball game and the drunk fans for awhile. He drove me home and…

Okay, this is pleasant. I like cuddling and kissing. We’ve had a good time so far tonight and I’m getting more comfortable with this guy, I think. Potential, perhaps? Except for this action. I think his mouth is bigger than mine. Kind of uncomfortable. Is he trying to chew on my lip? Weird.

No really, Copper, that feels funny. Close your mouth just a little.

STOP TRYING TO EAT MY MOUTH!!!

Hah, thwarted him by pushing his head away a little. Now I get to be in charge a little and he doesn’t get to eat my face. Smaller kisses, that’s better. But really, what is he doing those little tongue flicks for now? It tickles. I swear I’m going to laugh and bite his tongue if he keeps doing that. No really. I will not be responsible for my actions if he doesn’t STOP THAT…

“That tickles!”

“What?”

“That thing you’re doing with your tongue. It tickles my mouth.”

Sorry. I just had to say something. I don’t want blood on my couch. This is better, maybe he’s trainable. Oh yes, much more pleasant, this is good with cuddling and being all affectionate and WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HAND?!

Oh. That. That’s nice. Just keep doing that. Do we have to keep kissing the whole time? This mouth is getting a little tired from having to fight you off.

I need to move my neck. Yeah, that’s better – ooh, the phone just beeped for a new message! I wonder who it is? Oh SHIT, I bet it’s someone twittering the DNC, and I forgot all about it! Bill is speaking tonight and I’m missing it! I heard HE was going to be the controversial Clinton, not Hillary and her speech was incredible last night—

No dude, just because I am stretching my legs does not mean I am inviting you to take my pants off. Oh. But that’s nice though. Just do that. Leave the pants alone. Leave the – well, maybe just a little.

I wonder if I stretch a little further if I can hit the remote with my toe and “accidentally” turn on CSPAN. He’s pulling on my hand like he wants me to grab his – but should I really encourage him? I mean, it couldn’t hurt and that thing he’s doing is quite nice – gah! The phone beeped again! What am I missing? I see you, blinky blue message light!

Okay now the tie on my shirt is getting all twisted around so I’m going to try and untangle myself. I am not taking it off, Copper. Stop trying to “help” me. Ooh, but that’s nice. Yeah, you can – OW! What IS it with this guy trying to chew on things? First he tries to eat my face and then he’s biting my – that damn message light is driving me crazy.

That’s better. Gentle, dude. Mind the teeth. I have to be drunk to really get into that stuff.

I ought to be doing something. He seems to be really into this and I’m just sort of laying here, thinking about politics. But really, this is the first presidential election where I’m honestly not sure who to vote for. I don’t know much about either of the candidates and I wish they’d give some more details about exactly what they’re going to do to fix the economic situation and exactly how they propose to pull the military out of Iraq in however many months. I think if I remember to watch the debates this year I’ll get a better grip on things and I won’t feel like a bad citizen.

My arm is asleep. I need to wiggle it out from under him and not bump his – oops. Bumped it. Yeah, he really IS into this, I see. That’s kind of nice. And since he did figure out how to kiss me properly, I could just – oh, man, three messages now?! What if they’re not DNC twitters? What if someone needs me? What if it’s Captain, confirming plans for tomorrow night?

Oh yeah, tomorrow. That reminds me, I need to tell KK not to say anything to Captain or Copper about each other. I think she knows, but after what happened with them running into each other at that thing last weekend, even though I wasn’t there – I just need to be sure. That sure sounded like a funny night though.

Still haven’t done anything with that hand. I probably should. Maybe I’ll just do the old tuck-the-thumb-into-the-waistband trick, that usually gets a good reaction without making it seem like I want to take his pants off. Oh. Well, he’s apparently going to do that himself. God, he sure does make me feel lazy – I’ll help a little.

Mmm. That’s nice. Don’t go too crazy with that thing, but this much is fine.

Hah, I remember the time E and I fell off this couch and he practically crushed me on the hardwood floor. We didn’t even stop and I don’t remember anything hurting till the next day when I counted up my bruises. Seven, I think. It kind of makes me want to get a nice, soft rug for this room, because that bruise at the base of my spine hurt for a week. Well, a hot and passionate moment can make a girl do some pretty crazy things.

The blue light is still blinking and it will blink until I check those messages. Oh fuck it, I’ve already decided I’m not going to sleep with this guy, I probably need to throw some cold water on this situation pretty soon.

Did I miss the speeches?