Flow's friend called me from Flow's phone yesterday. I thought it was Flow at first, but then he was like "This is 'Flow's' friend from New York." I was dissapointed and wondering why the hell he was calling me from Flow's phone. He said he was using Flow's phone while down here and saw my text messages. I had sent him two messages telling him that he hasn't been there for me and I needed him cause I was sad. The friend was like "I don't want you to be sad. I'll pay for a hotel for you and bring Flow there to see you." He was going to surprise him. Said he just wanted to help us try to work things out and get back together. I was skeptical. I mean Flow hadn't been calling me or answering my phone calls, so I couldn't see how his friend would get him to see me. Also I feared his friend was going to try to take advantage of me.
I got down there and waited and waited and waited like I always do for Flow. While waiting, I got to thinking: This was all a plot to get me to drive down here. Flow has probably been in on it the whole time. He knew I wouldn't drive all the way down there unless he could pull off a stunt like this. Damn it! Oh well I really did want to see him, since I'd been feeling so down and Papi Chulo was acting like I just couldn't do it for him anymore. I know Flow will enjoy me. He loves everything I do. I'll feel wanted and needed when I'm with him.
So when he finally got there I was really happy to see him. We hugged and kissed, but we didn't talk much. He stripped of my clothes then his. We started making love. And in the middle we just held each other as our bodies connected in the most intimate way. No words just touching and looking in each others' eyes. Listening with our souls. That's how making love should always be. However, when we started getting into it again He stopped to go pee. I waited on the bed. Suddenly I heard him throwing up. I rushed over to the bathroom. I was like Oh God I made him sick. But he said he had eaten some Mexican food that was apparently not agreeing with him. Flow's had food poisoning, plus he smokes and drinks, so I was scared for him. I got him a cold damp cloth and put it on his neck as he continued to barf. Then I left him to relief himself from the other end. I started to put on my clothes and I asked him if he needed me to go to the store to get him something. He said no and told me to take my clothes back off and go lay in the bed. So I did and waited for him to get back in with me. When he got back we finished our love making session. Then he had to leave and go to a bachelor party. There's always something for him to do afterward.
He said he'd be back, but of course he never came back. And of course he hasn't called me today. I suppose he won't call all week. I suppose I'll be alone for a while. Which I guess is okay since I have so much work to do, that I've been avoiding.