Smitten Kitten

Rico came to stay with my for the fourth of July. 

(I get giddy just thinking about it.... so let me Tarantino this shit: it went perfectly. But this is also the time to reiterate the fact that Rico is a complete gentleman.  This will be a completely PG-13 movieoiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)

 

He came down Wednesday night and we went to a bonfire with some friends- he made me s'mores, we watched the fireworks, and had a good time just hanging out.  I didn't have any furniture in the house (we'll discuss the horrible roommates I've had later), so we made some drinks, sat on the floor, packed the bong, turned on music, and played Monopoly. 

 

And so it began.  We stayed up until the wee hours of the morning; drinking, smoking, talking, laughing.  We fell asleep cuddling and, for the first time in my entire life, woke up cuddling. And didn't have sex.  (And still think it was perfect!!)

 

Thursday we woke up, explored the neighborhood a little bit, got some coffee, grabbed some Mexican food, and went to the beach.

 

We played in the water, photo-bombed a wedding, and slept in the sand.  Hand in hand.  Because the whole weekend was perfect.  After the beach we got all pretty and went to The Godfather. (If you haven't been to this restaurant, GO.  Now.  You can come back and finish reading this post later.)  When we got home, we laid in bed talking until we fell asleep. 

 

We woke up bright and early on the 4th and started taking shots.  Walked down the street to feed Olivia's pussy, and then went to the bar to start drinking. 

 

 

We headed back to the house, smoked a bowl, changed out of our matching outfits and got ready for the Padres Giants game.  (Rico's sole flaw is his horrible taste in baseball and football teams.) We cabbed it downtown, added our flask of whiskey to our Big Gulp, and walked around downtown...after we sat in Bub's at the Ballpark for a couple hours drinking.  (Almost forgot about that part!!)

 

As we walked around multiple people commented on our cuteness.  (Because seriously.  We're fucking adorbs.)  We sat near a bunch of Giants fans which was great for him... and he sat with his arm around me the entire time.  In fact, we were touching at all points of time.  The whole time he was here.  If we were within arms (or legs!) reach, we were touching. 

 

Imagine the most romantic Nicholas Sparks 4th of July movie.  This next part was exactly that:

After the game we headed to the beach for fireworks (and more drinking). And did I mention the whole weekend was perfect?  We sat in the sand watching the fireworks (all of the fireworks in San Diego!) on the beach. 

 

 

With his arm around me.  Kissing. 

We laid back and watched the end of the show and continued to stay there as the other people cleared off the beach. 

 

 

About 15 minutes after the show ended, we kissed and a rogue firework went off.  At the exact moment that we kissed.  And when I smiled and said, "awww, we get another fireworks show," more fireworks went off and he said, "we've seen enough fireworks, I want to continue making our own."

(I told you!!!)

 

He left the next morning and went back to LA.  And my crush is growing daily.