pheme

Well, it's final.
I will not be having sex with someone this weekend.
Here's the story.
Me, the guy I am involved with and another couple are going into Manhattan tomorrow to see a matinee.
Cyrano (heard it stinks but it's got Kevin Kline in it. LOVE Kevin Kline)
After the show we will be giong to diner at Angus Mcindoes on 44th.
After that we will drive home and HERE is where the no sex happens.
We will be driving back to the couples home which will now be known as POINT B.
I live at POINT A.
Guy I am involved with (for the present moment) lives at POINT C.
G.I.I.I.W has been looking forward to the Cotto vs Mosley match.
Cool, I enjoy boxing HOWEVER silly me didn't not realize that it was Pay per view NOR did I realize that
GIIIW was going to a friend's house to watch said event.
Cool, says I, go have some guy time.
However I had already pawned off my kids thinking that I could go to POINT C watch the box and then do some wrestling.
GIIIW ask me (pay attention cus this is the good part) to drive home to POINT A and then WAIT for him to phone me after the match at approximately 1:00 am then drive to POINT C.
WTF?!?!
I feel that I should be able to got to POINT C from POINT B and wait for him at his place, perhaps draw a nice bubbly bath just before his arrival.
NOPE, no way no how.
WHY?
Territorial Issues?
Snooping Issues?
He's afraid I might play with his toys while he's away?
What ever.
I'll be having sex alone...again.