Home Alone

I left work early to drive my wife to the airport. It was in the middle of rush hour so between the drive home from work, to the airport and then back home again, I was on the road for three and half hours. The stop and go traffic was driving me mad. Once I got home, I looked ravenously at porn on the Internet. Over the years I've saved plenty of porn and accumulated a small stash of DVDs, but it's never quite as interesting as new porn. A good part of the excitement is the hunt. I looked at photos and videos for hours. I couldn't get enough. I was so ready to pay for a ten minute live webcam personal strip show. I could pay for it through SecondLife so my wife would never know. The girl never came online, though. I was so disappointed. She looked so hot, I doubt she really does webcam shows. It may just be a scheme.

All frustrations aside, I already miss my wife's companionship. I just miss the sense of her presence in the house. Most of what she talks about is so uninteresting to me. She tells me all about people I've never met, about bands and musicians she knows I don't like, about the pharmaceuticals she sells and the doctors with whom she meets for her job. Sometimes I am glad to have her talk to me because I don't have anything to say. Most of the time I wish she would only tell me entertaining things and things I need to know. I usually wish I had more to tell her, but my life is very uninteresting and I don't do much to change that. Having her in the house means there will be things for me to do, though, so I'm not missing that. I had beer for dinner last night and coffee for breakfast, because no one needs me to make meals. I don't treat myself well without a partner around, but I seriously enjoy the freedom.