That’s Stella

On Friday Jason left for Los Angeles to visit his family. On the cab ride to JFK he kept texting me random messages - that he was looking forward to seeing his family, and that he was going to have a “Happy Hour” at the airport and he’d have a drink for me. I spent Friday night at home relaxing and it felt SO good to just chill out on my own in my new home.

I was running around doing errands on Saturday and ended my busy day doing grocery shopping. I always have recipes on hand and decided to pick up some ingredients to make a cottage pie. Whilst shopping, I get a text from Jason saying he was already sloshed at this family reunion dinner and hoped he wouldn’t have any embarrassing stories to tell me when he got back. He gave me a running commentary the whole night till I stopped replying him/he was too intoxicated.

On Sunday afternoon he texted me as soon as he arrived back in NY and asked what I was up to. I told him I was cooking my cottage pie, but I could meet him for our traditional Sunday night drink at 7ish. Fifteen minutes later, I get a call from him asking if he could come over to hang out. He sat at our chef’s island whilst he watched me cook, helping out here and there, taking out hot stuff from the oven, etc… I was putting cheese on top of the mashed potatoes, and all of a sudden Jason is lying on the floor next to the kitchen sick fixing our loose tap. I mean, it was kinda a big turn on seeing him have such initiative and doing the man things about the place.

Once the pie was cooked, I set up our dining table, lit candles on the table and on our fire place mantle, and served us dinner. It was SO much fun. He reminds me what it’s like to have a boyfriend, and all I can say is, I am so ready already.