(Us and the Nightlife Aspect) *Capri with Roomie Pt. 1*

(Us and the Nightlife Aspect) *Capri with Roomie Pt. 1*

Monday, August 18, 2025

 

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We'll go ahead and say Roomie and my travel itinerary from Rome to Capri is exponentially unimportant. Let’s begin with the obvious, it’s gorgeous! Neither of us could believe how breathtaking it was. Did we have sex? I’d imagine. But something was unusual about him. He’s already a little unusual but this is a massive shift in his unusualness. I sat on his lap watching the sunset and he kissed my neck. “You’re about to tell me something awful, aren’t you?” I asked. “Are my boobs not good enough for you?” I asked while cupping them. He laughed. “No, it’s not like that.” Even though he laughed, I still felt like something was out of place. “I just feel like there’s something you’re not saying, or there’s something going on?” His demeanor changed when I said that. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “I just, well, it’s sort of, well, I don’t know how to explain it really.”-. He leaned back a little “You’re not really good at expressing how you feel.” I glared at him. “I believe I’ve said quite a bit, don’t you?” I replied sarcastically while getting up from his lap and walking into the room. “You walk away a lot too. You don’t really face things head on like you should.” He muttered. Well, that’s it. We’re officially fighting now. I walked my happy ass back out to where he was. “Oh, I don’t? I’ve faced quite a lot of shit so far. Who are you to tell me anything?” I was livid at this point. “Who am I?” He shouted while slowly walking toward me. “I’m the guy you claim that you love. I’m the guy you fuck. I’m the guy you say you can’t live without.” I knew exactly what to say in that moment to completely de-escalate the situation and end our fight with us back in each other’s arms in second’s flat.

“Actually, fuck you.” while rolling my eyes walking away. He came up behind me and grabbed my waist turning me around. “Say that to my face.” I looked up in his eyes, “FUCK YOU. SHOULD I SPELL IT OUT?” He shook his head saying, “You’re fucking pissing me off.” I glared up at him, “F-U-C-K” -He pushed me against the wall, and I could feel him inside me. I was turned on and I couldn’t understand it. Who fucks during arguments? Usually, I walk away and want distance, but roomie is unloading inside me during this one.

His Guardian Angels

His Guardian Angels

 

To My Soul Mates Guardian Angels

I am open and ready to receive his love. While I don’t know who he is, I can feel his heart. I've needed to mend my heart, my life, and myself to get where I am today. I will be patient for him. I don't want something temporary; I want the love of my life. If I want an extraordinary kind of love, it does require me to wait. It’s often said that time and many lessons bring us to our true love. I know I am ready for his love after everything I have been through. I have strength, courage, a heart that is beating with love and it is all for him. Until we meet, I will work on and take care of myself. I will be the very best version of me when it’s time for him to walk in. Symbolically, I will know if he’s the one. The universe knows what I’ll see or hear when he comes my way. He’ll know instinctively what “that” is and I ask you to guide him into knowing. Until I get to hold him; please take care of him. I’m being taken care of by my own angels and surrounded by light and love in my heart.

*Written in 2016*

Kitchen Madness

Kitchen Madness

 

"Come here!" She says to him standing at the kitchen counter. "What do you want?" He says while smirking. She puts her finger in the cake batter and smears it on his face. "That, you punk!" while she laughs. Smiling and pretending to get angry, he puts his arms around her waist. "Oh yeah? It's like that is it?" She looks up and kisses him while smearing more cake batter on his face. He sets her on the counter while he starts to take off her top. "Keep putting that on my face, girl and you're going to get it!" She bites his lip, "If that's the case.." She reaches her hand to the bowl as he grabs it. "Game over. You're mine." She grabs his face while licking the batter she smeared on him, “Good because you drive me so fucking crazy, baby.”

*Written in 2016*

Guatemala

Guatemala

 

She walked over Carlos behind her watching for anything suspicious. She picked up the bouquet of roses and read the card attached. “Guess who!” She looked at Carlos. “Do you have any guesses?” Carlos asked in his dicey English. She laughed, “No! I have no clue? I haven’t met anyone here except you and a few elderly couples. No one that would give me flowers.” They both walked away and she walked back to her store lying her roses down on her desk. The day proceeded and she kept looking at the roses thinking to herself, “Who?” she was at a complete loss as to who would deliver her flowers. The voice on the other end asking her to meet them was the voice of someone Spanish that she had never heard before. The possibilities kept entering into her mind. It was rare for her to have a secret admirer. To her, it was even more peculiar being that she was in a foreign country which put a sense of fear inside her. It was time for her to close her store and go home for the day. She decided to leave the roses on her desk at this point convinced that they were laced with poison and she would soon be on a crime channel if she wasn’t careful. She walked the few blocks home looking around her seeing if anyone was following her or watching. She was careful to pay attention if anything was out of place. As she approached her patio she saw yet another bouquet. This time they were daisies. She picked up the daisies alarmed and red the card attached. “Meet me at the cross on the hill at 7!” She unlocked the door into her home and checked every room making sure nothing was out of place. All the windows were still closed and locked and everything seemed just fine. She called Carlos, “This time they put daisies on my table! They told me to meet them at the cross at 7! Who knows I like daisies?” Carlos was startled, “Wow. That is strange. Are you going?” She didn’t know what to think looking at the daisies. “I don’t know? I’m really confused but it has to be someone who knows me well enough to know my favorite flower.” Carlos agreed, “If you decide to go, me and Maria can go with you.” Maria was Carlos’s fiancé and also a close friend of hers. She went into the bathroom to make a bath. She noticed the rain was coming down outside and decided to shut the window just in case. While in the bath she weighed out what she should do. She was very curious as to who was sending her flowers at random locations in town. She also felt like they had to know who she was. She decided to get out of the bath and get dressed. She called Carlos as she was brushing her hair. “Okay, I’m going to go.” Carlos sighed, “Me and Maria will go with you to be sure.” She sat her brush down and looked for her lip gloss on her vanity. “No, it’s okay. It’s still day light. I’ll be okay. I’ll take my knife with me to be sure.” Carlos laughed. “Be very careful!” She hung up the phone and opened her vanity drawer to grab her pocket knife. She placed it in the side pocket of her purse. It was a normal habit of hers to carry around mace but she wanted that other protection just in case. She locked the door to her house and started heading to the hill. As she approached she noticed many people gathered. Mostly tourists and that made her feel much safer in the situation. She also felt butterflies wondering who this mystery man was. As she walked closer and closer…     :D

 

The End

*Written in 2016*

Like a Stone

Like a Stone

“You do understand why you’re here?” he asked. “I do.” She replied while touching the mossy stone and looking around at how beautiful her garden was. “It took so much to get here and I appreciate every single bit of what I have.” She said to him while smiling. He reached for her hand and they sat down on the bench in front of her cottage. “He can’t be here yet.” He said. She looked down at the ground understanding what was being said to her and then looked up at the elderly gentleman. “I understand.” He smiled back at her and said, “You must have patience, my child.” He dropped the key in her hand to her cottage. Excited, she got up and unlocked the door to see that she finally found it. Tears fell from her eyes in disbelief that she finally made it to this extraordinary place. She walked outside to where the elderly gentleman was sitting. “Thank you!” she said happily as she leaned in to give him a hug. He put his arms around her and patted the bench for her to sit down. “It takes a lot of pain and lessons learned to get here.” Wiping the tears from her cheeks she responded, “I am aware of that. It’s hurt. I’ve been so foolish and terribly confused.” He looked at her, “How do you feel now?” She took a deep breath in before replying. “I feel new. I feel like I had to go through what I did for my own good. I just feel like myself. I feel alert, radiant, I feel like I’m going to be just fine.” The elderly man smiled, “Yes, you will be.”  She wiped more tears on her cheek as she smiled, “I have my garden. My cottage, my animals, my personal lake, I have so much happiness here.” The elderly gentleman gazed ahead at the beauty. “Ah, yes you do. But it comes with a great price. You will keep making mistakes but you will know of this place won’t you?” He asked her. “I will. This isn’t something you can forget. It’s peace, it’s bliss, it’s an understanding and a contentment” She replied. The man reached into his jacket to take out what looked to be a letter. “What is that?” she asked. The elderly man whistled while a beautiful white bird flew to him. The bird perched on his finger as the elderly man put the letter in the magnificent bird’s beak. The bird flew away as she looked in awe. The elderly man cleared his throat and turned to the woman. “That is his sign.” Puzzled the woman looked at the man in amazement. “But he has so much further to go.” The elderly man nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, he does. With great reward comes great sacrifice. He has yet to learn the lessons as you. You mustn’t disturb him.” The elderly man touched his heart with his hand. “It’s all in here. We feel everything in here. You never run from here. Humans are funny that way.” She smiled. “So I wait here by the stone and the moon for him?” she asked the man. The man squinted a little, “You wait or you live while waiting?” She smiled at the man. “I live. I make myself happy and wait for you to give me the word.” The elderly man smiled and nodded, “Yes, you do just that.” He stood up as he was ready to leave. “I am content right here by myself.” She said. He turned around and looked down at her, “I know you are. You’re in no hurry and you’ve discovered what you needed too and are about to discover much more.” She stood up and gave the old man a hug. “Thank you, for being a guide to me, Mr. Universe.” The elderly man smiled and reached for her hand yet again, “I’m just a helper of his.” He said while pointing to the fluffy clouds above them. “He knows you’re here. And, he’s not ready to come here yet, you do know?” She smiled, “I know but I’ll wait for him.” Mr. Universe smiled and walked away.

*Written in 2016*

The Life of Boo *San Diego Pt. 2*

The Life of Boo *San Diego Pt. 2*

 I remember getting the phone call from Kat early summer of 2006. “Steph, I have something really serious to talk to you about.” Okay, what’s going on?” I replied. “Juan just said they have orders to go out to sea for an eight month stretch. Please come back and be here with me?”  I was silent for a bit. “Let me think it over, dude.” We hung up the phone and I started going over everything in my mind. Max was still in San Diego living in the first apartment with roommates and we hadn’t talked for several months. I took the biggest sigh of my life and gave him a call. He answered the phone drunk. I asked Max about what Kat had told me and he confirmed. I pulled the phone away from my face and with eyes closed and teeth grit told Max, “I need to move back there.” Yeah, “Juan told me Kat would ask you to come back while we’re out with her being pregnant. What are you gonna do now?” Shaking my head I knew what was about to go down. “Oh, you already know.” He laughed. “Looks like we’re giving it a second go around then.” I hung up the phone twisted inside. I could handle going back to San Diego being on my own. It was a relief they would be gone almost Kat’s whole entire pregnancy. However I had a few months in between. The hardest part was telling my family I was going back into the hurt I just escaped. They were in absolute disbelief. My father was in tears. “I can’t tell you what to do, Stephanie. But please don’t go back.” I hugged my dad and kissed his cheek, “I’ll be okay, dad” My mother practically held my belongings hostage when Max pulled up to get me. “Don’t do it, Stephanie.” With tears in my eyes, “Mom, I have to. Kat needs me and she was family when I had no one out there.” I stood there looking at Max in the car knowing this was going to be the longest 1400 miles of my life. 

With the exception of music, we stayed silent the whole entire trip. Max had family in Arizona we stopped at on the way. That was the night I watched the most gorgeous lightning storm of my life. He sat beside me and looked right at me saying, “I fucking hate you.” I looked at him and then looked straight forward at the storm in the distance. “I fucking hate you so fucking much” he said again while laughing. I sat there thinking I still had the drive to Cali with this. When you drove into California on the I-8 outside of Yuma, you’d see sand dunes. Imperial sand dunes to be exact. Sand dunes meant I was closer to getting out of Cali from it all or I was closer to dealing with whatever may come ahead. They represented the happiest time of my life or dread. When I saw the sand dunes on that particular drive, I thought of the girls. Not Max, just Kat, her daughters, the new baby, and Alice. I put on one of my go-to road trip cd's and turned the volume to 500 whatever until we got to El Cajon and I was closer to getting where I needed to be. “What are you doing?” he asked me. “Drop me off at Kat’s”

The sand dunes on 1-8 in between Yuma, Arizona and San Diego, California

This time around I picked out the apartment on Repecho Drive. Close to Kat and Alice where I felt comfortable. Murphy Canyon/Tierrasanta/Clairemont Mesa was my jam. I was close to Robertos, Wal Mart, the NEX, Vons, and not too far up to Miramar for groceries. I walked out every morning with my coffee seeing the mountains to the east from my apartment patio. It wasn’t so bad when I was by myself. 

 Max dropped me off and Kat and the girls immediately ran to me for hugs. Kat was my family. I would’ve done anything for her. If she needed me, I was there. Alice came shortly later to greet me. We were reunited. As much as I didn’t want to be back, being with the girls made it worth it. I didn’t have that lingering of Texas like the first time I came to San Diego. I had a “I gotta do what I gotta do” attitude. First though, I had to get through the two months before they left for deployment.

The Life of Boo *San Diego*

The Life of Boo *San Diego*

 

It's not so bad being here close to Kat. It’s a hell of a lot better than being down in Chula Vista living in whatever “The Shining” haunted situation that was. I like it more mostly because he’s out to sea and I’m here by myself. I’m twenty years old by myself living almost two thousand miles away from home. This will all be a different story when they come back again but, in the meantime, I appreciate these moments. I work at a local beauty supply store. I’m over the differences between here and Texas. I hate the weather. Can it at least storm occasionally?! So many people back home complain about the I35 and Dallas. Once you merge from I-15 going North on the I-5 or the 805 suddenly makes Dallas look like a cakewalk. If there’s a pinch of rain on the roads, every other car is hydroplaning. For whatever reason it doesn’t bother me anymore. Do I need anxiety meds? Absolutely! But I deal. Every night it’s girls’ night at Kat’s. We watch our shows, listen to our music and talk for hours. In this moment I’m learning about girlhood. We’re all from different places. Kat’s from Detroit. Alice is from Oregon. Occasionally we’ll meet other gals from other places. Mexico, Oakland, New York. Are most of us young and clueless? Yes. Are we afraid? Hell no. We’re going grocery shopping together. We are family. Us girls. Without Kat I wouldn’t have made it through or even considered coming back here after everything with him. I do miss Texas. There’s not really a day that goes by where I wish I wasn’t home. Hopefully his deployment is for another six months, but I can handle it when he gets back.