The End Of Toronto Joe - Part 1

There are only a few times I can recall in my life when I was as excited as I was to visit Joe in Toronto for New Year's Eve 2006. This trip was 6 months in the making. We had both talked about it, dreamed about it and it was finally here.

I spent way too much time packing. Trying to envision different scenarios. One requires this type of necklace, this type of underwear, whatever.

I got to the airport and the flight was delayed. Of course. Why does that always happen when you're dying to get somewhere? Finally, we board the plane and then I was nervous, "What if the plane goes down and I don't get to see him?" This thought literally went though my mind. What am I on...crack?

I finally get there and he has a limo pick me up. So sweet! I'm grinning from ear to ear the whole ride to his apartment. I had envisioned the moment when I'd get to see him again a million times and it finally arrived and it...didn't live up to the fantasy of course. We kissed on the cheek and hugged but had to get my luggage out of the trunk and get to his apartment because it was cold outside.

I was a little nervous and I think he was too. I could tell he had already had a drink or two. We sat in his living room and had small talk conversation for awhile. After about 15 minutes he went to refill his drink and asked if I wanted anything. I said, "Well, you haven't even kissed me yet so a kiss would be nice." We kissed and it tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. But was still nice because I'm so attracted to him.

We continue talking for awhile, formulate a plan for the evening and decide to "take a nap." That lasted about 5 seconds and we had sex. It wasn't romantic at all. Just mechanical-I-haven't-seen-you-in-six-months-get-your-ass-over-here sex. We layed there for a little while and then freshened up for dinner.

A friend of his got us reservations at a great spot. Live jazz music and amaaaaaazing food. We had to wait for a really long time for our table but I was in no hurry. We were both smiling so big. So happy to see each other. When we were sitting at our table he made one of his "Joe" comments, "My mouth hurts from smiling so much!" I love how honest he is sometimes. We grabbed each other's hands across the table. I had envisioned that moment happening exactly like that. We chatted up the couple at the table next to us. We had a really great time talking with them. Joe told them about the bar we were going to visit after dinner called Resevoir that has great jazz music. Told them they should go.

We got to resevoir ourselves and see the couple there. Joe can charm/excite anyone on any idea. He and I are getting more and more drunk. We meet up with some friends of his that he works with at the hotel where he valets cars.

Joe gets into his drunk/self-deprecating/intensely complimentary mode. Tells me I'm beautiful every 5 minutes. And every time he says it I feel like he's never said it to another woman. Then he asks, "What could you possibly see in me?" and other versions of that question a few more times. He asked me in the cab as well. I didn't want to talk about it in the cab.

His friends came back to his apartment. We partied some more. Finally they left and Joe and I had sex. He likes it a little rough which excites me.

All in all - a good first day/night.