Disaster

All day I've had my baby on my mind - all day long the thought of seeing him tonight has kept me going; not that it's been a bad day at work today. I've kept myself at a distance from everyone, I know I've been distant and it's been done deliberately to avoid any further distress; it's made it a good day - I'm happy! There's a great deal to be said for happiness..........

I've not seen my baby since he left for work on Tuesday morning and I've missed him, of course I miss him, but that old adversary called work and late shifts in particular have kept us apart. I just couldn't wait to see him and not because I need a shoulder to cry on after all the bullshit I've had to endure lately - it's just because he's the most beautiful guy ever. That and the fact that I've been feeling ridiculously horny, I need to get seriously laid and I know my baby is more than qualified to take on such a role. Why is it that during the times when I know I'll be apart from my baby I feel stupidly horny? When there's nothing that can be done to appease my desire? Barring the obvious of course, but it's not the same as the real deal, it doesn't even come close to getting physical and intimate with my boyfriend!

So I was so happy when home time came and I'm certain I was walking at double pace to get back home until, well I encountered a slight problem in trying to actually get home. The route I normally walk was cordoned off by the police, there were lots of police and fire engines; and the traffic was a complete mess. There was something on fire on a road near to my house, far enough away for it not be of any concern to me but near enough to cause me some disruption in trying to get back home. It was obviously a very large fire, not that I could get anywhere near it but the smoke coming from it and the amount of fire engines in attendance was proof enough. A short detour later I found my way safely through towards my street and then it hit me - they were allowing pedestrians through but all roads leading to my street were sealed off to traffic by the police; and even my street was cordoned off too.

It was like a Hollywood disaster movie, I mean the fire was bad enough but the real disaster was the fact that someone who wanted to visit me in their car would not be able to get within a country mile of my house, someone like my boyfriend say! You couldn't have scripted a movie any better and to put it politely I was gutted, seriously gutted and the ensuing telephone conversation with my baby was horrible; whilst I was speaking to him I could envisage all our plans for the night fading away. I could hear it in his voice, it was more than evident in mine, it was the worst piece of timing in the history of two gay-boys in love. My baby was trying to plan an alternate route - how about if I go this way or try that way or try to blag the police to let me through; I mean he's got the real gift of the gab but I was stood watching the deserted road in front of me - nothing was getting through except emergency vehicles. I could have cried, I'm surprised I didn't.....................

I walked down the street to my house, went in, got washed, changed, made a coffee, smoked some cigarettes and just kind of sat there feeling sorry for myself. I opened the front door, peered out down the street to find it still cordoned off; I came inside, phoned my baby back and we'd pretty much resigned ourselves to defeat. My baby suggested I just go check once more, I thought it was pretty futile until I opened my front door and saw a car driving out of my street towards the main road; I stood out on the pavement and watched it disappear. Involuntary, I swore and my baby thought there was something seriously wrong; I asked him to hang on whilst I walked to the end of my street to check for sure. A police car passed and following it behind were a steady stream of cars; the adjoining street where the fire was was still blocked off and full of fire engines and police but they'd reopened the main road and more importantly my street. I screamed like a girl, which is nothing to be proud of, but it was more out of sheer relief and joy than anything else; my heart was racing and it felt like a lead weight had been lifted from me.

Suffice to say my baby's on his way, a little later than planned, but it's always better late than never; always.....................