A softer side to my sexy man?

Sheeeeeeeeeeeessss Baaaaaaaaaaa ack!

Labor Day Weekend..Sexy man was away playing in a softball tournament. In another state. After the long weekend, and him being away, I looked forward to see his smiling grill on Tuesday.

But it didn't quite work out that way..instead..I didn't see him at all.

I called him on his cell..no sexy man. I peeked my head in where his office is..door shut. light off. no sexy man to be found. What the fuck? Sexy man never takes the day off..not without telling me.

I went to my friend Marvin's softball game Tuesday night. I didn't take my cell phone with me, so that I could watch the game in peace. I love watching sweaty men play ball..it's just so damn sexy! When I get home, sexy man had called..not once, but 3 times. What the hell? Damn. I guess he needs to talk about something. I lay across the couch and get ready to call him. I can't dial fast enough, I guess..because I hear that familiar ring.."baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go bump. bump. bump." LOL! I answer.

"What are you doing.." he says, more like a statement than a question.

"Laying on the couch", I say.."what are YOU doing?"

"Laying on the couch" he says. We both laugh.

"Are you sick.." I say. also more like a statement than a question.

"Noooooooo" he says

"Are you hurt"? I say..and chuckle. Thinking that he's not.

Silence.

"ARE YOU?" I ask with concern..I sit up on the couch.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" I say. because I know the answer already. He is hurt.

It seems that sexy man got hit by a speeding softball. right. in. his. face.

He tells me that he is okay. Alive. In pain. Jacked up.
I want him to come get in bed with me. I want to make him feel better.

He won't come, he says, because his face is fucked up.
I tell him that I don't care about his face.

"You don't?" he says...and I really don't.
And at that moment, things changed.

He didn't come over. But I saw him the next day. and later that night.

He is different.
Different towards me.
He seems to have a "thing" for me.
He is not so edgy.
Not so rough when he talks to me.
But that is him.
That edginess and roughness is who he is.
I love that about him.
But I also am glad that I have seen the softer more gentler sexy man.

If I knew that alls he needed was to be bashed in the head to act right, I would have done it long ago.