Josh is on his way to the airport in Indianapolis. My mind is so frazzled with joy I can’t really do anything productive. I can only stare blankly at the TV, or my computer, or my crotch, or whatever I happen to be facing.

The weird part is, I’m all nervous about seeing him again. Obviously, we are going to have sex like whoa. But we didn’t start doing it until just a week before I came to Dublin. So since that first wonderful week, I’ve had two months away from him to build up all the same old anxieties I had before about being naked in front of him. And all that other stuff that happens when you’re naked. I realize it sounds cheesy, but being apart for so long is going to make this time together feel like our first time all over again. We didn’t really get a chance to fall into a groove yet last time, and we won’t get to this time, either, since he’s only going to be here five days. So that means when I go home for the summer, I’ll probably be all nervous again the first time we do it.

So in the morning I will go through the same basic routine I did before our first time together of making sure everything is fresh and clean and hairless (for the most part - don’t get me started on the waxing fiasco of four weeks ago). Of course, I’m sure that after we do it once when he gets here, I’ll be as comfortable with him as I was right before I left for Dublin. We’ve just got to brush off the cobwebs that have collected the last two months.

I realize that sounded a bit gross, as if my vagina has eight-legged creatures spinning away inside it. I’m pretty sure this is not the case, but you know what I mean.

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