Ann pt 1 – Ann St Vincent and I live thousands of miles apart. Until Ann and I met, we were writing about each other using pseudonyms, Ann’s was Julie. Then, we flew to a central location and spent five days together.
Each of the rooms at the hotel had a different style. Ours was an “old mariner” style room, sailboats and knots on the wall paper. There was even a life preserver hanging on the wall with “Welcome Aboard” painted on it. Oddly appropriate, I think.
There’s always a little bit of awkwardness with a new lover. It takes some time to find what the other person’s body likes, wants, and how it works with yours. There was some of that awkwardness with Ann but we got past it pretty quickly. And enthusiastically. Continue reading