Moth visits

Last Sunday, I came back from another trip to the Twin Cities. I visited both my late friend and my mentor at two different cemeteries while I was there. The former requires a day trip down to northern Iowa.

In Chinese culture, when you see a moth, it's a sign that someone who has passed on is visiting you. I saw a moth that hung out with me for quite some time. I'm not sure which friend it was. I will go with my mentor because he was the last person I visited.

I wouldn't say that I'm an overly superstitious person. However, when it comes to spirits from my past visiting me in the form of moths, I have a decent record. I'm glad that they do drop by. It's nice. 

Fortune about only the wisest and stupidest people never changing

On Saturday, I went to a Chinese restaurant for a late lunch. At the end of the meal, I got a fortune cookie.

Here was my fortune:

I don't think that it's just men. My incompetent colleague fits this scenario, for instance.

Perhaps it can also be applied to my ex-guy. He has broken up with me three times. I should have known that he had issues and wasn't going to change the first time he broke up with me.

Of course, it's easier to look back and observe. This fortune was interesting that way. It's all about perspective and interpretation.

Having dinner with a friend and learning about another friend's passing

Last night, I had dinner with a dear friend. We have known each other since high school.

She let me know that a fellow friend in high school died a week before her 24th birthday. I was shocked and saddened.

I first knew her when we did summer school. We both took Cantonese for a couple of years. She was always nice to me.

Years later, in high school, we ended up in the same French class for two consecutive years. She was a year older than I was and I had skipped a grade in French.

She had bone cancer. I remember in high school that she walked with a cane for a year, but I never asked her about it. I just thought that she had broken her leg. My friend told me that she went through tons of cancer treatments. In the end, our friend decided to decline all treatments in the end and passed on.

I hope that she is resting in peace. It must have been so difficult for her family. She was so young and incredibly bright.

Teasing my guy and wanting a hard spanking

My guy is funny. I like teasing him about driving his car. He is adamant that he is the only person who can drive his car.

He has caved in the past. I managed to drive his car from work to our favourite Chinese restaurant.

Whenever he goes on a business trip, I ask him for his car keys. Sometimes, I playfully try and get his keys from him. He ends up spanking me, which I love.

We had this exchange the other day.

"No, I will not leave my car keys with you," he said, cheerfully.
"I look forward to driving your car," I said, playfully.
"You are such a bad girl," he said to me.
"I hope that you'll do something about it," I said.
"Of course. I like spanking you hard," he replied.

I like when he threatens to spank me.

Groping and being observant of my weight loss

In the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant, my guy saw a car parked in the lot that looked just like mine. He told me that he headed over there and noticed that it didn't have an M&M's cap on the gear shift. Moments later, he saw my car and headed over.

After we unlocked from our tender kiss, we headed over to the restaurant. We waited to be seated. He quietly groped my left buttock again.

"That's my butt," I said to him.
"Yes. I love it," he admitted.

We sat down and looked at the menu. He looked over at me, as it has been a long time since we last saw each other.

"Have you lost weight?" he asked me.
"Yes, I have. My pants are looser than they were a couple of months ago," I admitted.
"It shows," he said.
"Can you still see me?" I joked.
"Yes, I can. You're cuter than ever," he said.

He's sweet. He is the only person who notices such subtle weight changes that I go through.

Meeting my guy for lunch, hugs, kissing, and groping

On Tuesday, I got a call from my guy as he was heading over to the office. I had to break the news to him that I was working from home.

He went into the office to pick up his new laptop. He had to get the IT guys to make sure that everything was transferred properly on his new laptop. He decided to give me a phone call and do lunch. We met midway.

We went back to a Chinese restaurant that we have frequented a handful of times. I had to text him the address, as he is directionally challenged.

I got there and tried calling him. My call immediately went to voicemail. To me, it was a sign that his cell phone was dead.

He knocked on the glass of my car's door. It startled me. I got out. We hugged. It was one of the best hugs. It's the kind of hug that quietly says that I miss you and love you.

We must have been in that embrace for a good minute. He groped my left buttock.

"That's my butt," I whispered in his left ear.
"I know," he said, continuing to grope my buttock.

We then locked lips. I have missed kissing him. Again, it seemed like we were kissing for a good minute.

I like that we block out the world when we are together. It's nice.

Crazy Rich Asians

I finally saw Crazy Rich Asians. I loved it.

Although I can never relate to being in a rich family, I get being on the receiving end of prejudice and unfair judgement. I also relate to how dysfunctional families can get and how unreasonable family members can be.

I may go back and see it again. The other movie that I want to see is A Star is Born. I have a feeling that I may have difficulties getting tickets, but I'll try.

My guy is still going through back pain. It sucks.

Where are you from?

A few weeks ago, I had dinner with a number of academics. Most folks at my table had doctorate degrees. I was one of two who did not.

My guy has always said that I can hold my own ground no matter whom I'm with. All because you have earned a doctorate degree does not necessarily mean that that you the brightest person on the planet.

I was sitting next to a woman who possessed a doctorate degree at the table. I knew most of the people, except for this woman and my friend's husband. Many of them flew into Toronto from the States for a conference.

The American woman tried to strike up a conversation with me.

"So, where are you from?" she asked me.
"Toronto. I'm born and raised here," I said.

And so, the conversation stopped there.

My guess is that, to her, I do not seem like a typical Canadian. However, as Canada is incredibly multicultural, it's not odd that I can say that I was born and raised in Toronto.

If she had asked about my heritage, I would have said that I'm Chinese. The question was never posed that way.

Perhaps she was expecting me to say that I am Chinese-Canadian. I could have. That's more common to hear stateside. I'm Canadian. I happen to also be Chinese.

Her question has stuck with me ever since. I liked my answer. I still do.

Restaurant date and a light lovetap

My guy called me on his way to the office.

"I'm on the highway. I should be there at 4 pm or 4:10 pm," he advised.
"Do you mean 4:20 pm or 4:30 pm?" I teased.
"Noooo," he replied.
"I'm at work right now," I advised.
"Really? Why so early?" he asked me.
"I've been running errands for over three hours. I needed to empty my bladder, so I'm at work," I explained.
"I see. Okay, I'll see you in a bit. Happy peeing!" he said.
"Thanks! Save driving," I replied.

Just after 4 pm, he called me again.

"Hey, I'm at the restaurant," he said.
"Cool. I'm about two minutes away. I'm nearly there," I replied.

I managed to park next to his car. We both got out. I had misplaced my wallet, but managed to find it in my computer bag.

"How are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm good. How about you?" I asked.
"Great," he replied.

He held the restaurant door open. I went through it and he lightly smacked my left buttock.

I gasped in a fake surprised expression, except that I was happy. He smiled. He likes when he makes me happy and horny.

Travelling and having a late lunch date beforehand

My guy is travelling to Turkey for business again. This time, it's only for a week.

"Did you want to meet for a late lunch before you fly off on Saturday?" I asked him.
"Sure. I can get there by 4 pm," he replied.
"Maybe we should meet at 3 pm. That way, you're there on time at 4 pm," I teased.
"I'm better at being punctual these days," he claimed.
"We'll see. I can take you to the airport," I noted.
"Thanks, sweetie," he said.

It's nice to have a late lunch date before dropping him off at the airport.

Having lunch, being groped, and enjoying a kiss

My guy and I are predictable when we have lunch or dinner at the closest Chinese restaurant by our workplace. It was no different on Saturday when we were there for lunch.

I got spicy garlic chicken. He got ginger beef. Both came with steamed rice. Our food was yummy, as always.

We had a wonderful time chatting and laughing. I shared with him that I am going for a week-long business trip in August. He has been there once roughly five years ago, so I got some travel pointers from him.

After we were done having lunch, we left the restaurant. I grabbed his hand and we ran little circles with our thumbs as we held hands. It was reminiscent of the first time that we ever held hands.

"I like that you have cool hands. They are perfect when it feels like summer. It cools me down," I noted.
"Yes, I don't have icy cold hands that make you cringe," he said, smiling.
"You are probably annoyed that my body heat is running high," I noted.
"You're hot, so it makes sense," he said sweetly.

He walked me to my car first, which was closer. I went to unlock my car. His right hand grabbed my left buttock. He groped it often, which aroused me.

"What happens if someone sees you grabbing my butt?" I asked him.
"That person would probably agree with me that a cute girl like you likes your butt groped. You're attractive," he said.

We kissed. It was a nice, tender kiss. The sun was out and about, which made the kiss special.

We separated for a bit. We had to drive back to the office in our cars, load his luggage in my car, and have a bit of treehouse time before heading off to the airport.

Driving, delays, and lunch

Saturday came and went. I anticipated seeing my guy, I did, and he is off on a plane.

He called me at noon.

"I'm about thirty minutes from the restaurant," he said.
"You're early. I'm just heading out the door," I said.
"That's good. See you soon," he said.

I can tell when he is eager to see me. He is known to be late. Today, we reversed roles.

I decided not to take the toll highway, but the regular one. I realize why I like the toll. It took forever to get to the restaurant. On top of that, my fuel light decided to let me know that my car's fuel tank was running low. I went to fill my car up.

My guy called me a couple of minutes after 13:00, which was the time that we had agreed to meet. He knows how punctual I am.

"How far away are you from the restaurant?" he asked me.
"I just pasted the office. I'm about two minutes away. Sorry for the delay. Traffic on the highway was horrendous and I had to fuel up my car," I pointed out.
"It's okay. Take your time," he said.

I arrived at the restaurant and parked. I then walked up to my guy, who was sitting in his car with the door wide open.

"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he replied, getting out.
"You look summery," he said, looking at my Snoopy t-shirt, shorts, and sandals.
"It's warm, so I thought it would be a good look," I said, caressing his nicely shaved head.

We headed towards the restaurant. We were both hungry for lunch.

Polite, sweet guy

On Monday, my guy and I went out for lunch. The roads were in pretty good condition. However, the plaza had a ton of slush and ice.

My guy parked and noticed that there were puddles everywhere. He insisted on driving me to the front door of the restaurant. It was a sweet, kind gesture.

I waited for him to park and walk over to the Chinese restaurant. We he got there, I tugged on the right door. It was locked. I tried the left one. Same thing. I then looked at the sign that was taped to the glass. The restaurant was closed due to flooding from the ice storm. Oh, no!

Luckily, this plaza has a number of eateries. We tried an Afghani restaurant. I have been there a number of times, but he hadn't.

The pavement was slippery. My guy immediately reached for my hand as we walked over. I love that he always wants to make sure that I am okay.

We walked in and ordered. He got the beef kofta with salad and a pita. I went with the grilled chicken skewer with rice, salad, and a pita. I asked that the salad dressing be held.

We found a booth and sat down. We chatted until our number was called, which was 13. It finally was and we both got our food.

Sadly, I had salad dressing on my salad. The dressing has dairy and I am borderline lactose-intolerant.

My guy was not thrilled. He took my tray of food back and asked for a dressing-free salad. He is truly my knight in shining armour. He came back with a new plate of non-dairy food. I was a happy camper.

It was a good lunch. He liked the food, so we now have two places to have lunch at.

After we were done, my guy decided to fetch his car and had me wait outside. He was exceptionally sweet and I told him so.

"I would do anything for you. It's easy," he admitted.
"I love when you are so naturally sweet," I pointed out.
"You're an attractive woman. You deserve being treated well," he said, being mushy.

I love him. I reached for his hand and held it lovingly as he drove us back to the office.

Ordering lunch for each other and being affectionate

On Monday, our lunch date was a bit rushed. It was still nice to be with my guy.

While my guy was driving us over to the restaurant, he looked over at my thighs.

"Your pants are very purple," he remarked.
"Yes. I have two pairs of purple pants, in case these ones bite the dust," I said.
"I like them," he said, placing his hand on my left thigh as he continued driving.

At the restaurant, we knew exactly what the other person wanted to have for lunch. It was to the point where he got my meal and I got his when our meals were being served! He likes the ginger beef. I like the spicy garlic chicken.

Knowing that we wanted to order shaved a lot of our typical waiting time.

The unfortunate part was that I didn't have a chance to caress his nicely shaved head. At least we got to hug and hold hands during our entire lunch date.

It's nice when he is in the office. We seem like high school sweethearts.

Speeding for lunch

On Monday, my guy and I were to have lunch. It was 12:21 pm. I decided to ping him on our internal texting application.

He called me nearly twenty minutes later. He was running late, which is relatively normal in his case. He was ready at long last.

I met him downstairs in the lobby. He was happy to see me.

I needed to get back to work by 2 pm for a meeting. He needed to be back by 1:30 pm.

He drove. He had to asked me where he had parked his car. I told him that I knew where he had parked, as I had passed by his car in the lot.

He drove us over to the restaurant. He was speeding.

"Are you in triple digits?" I asked.
"I am doing 120 km," he said.
"I can feel the g-force," I said, smiling at him.
"I know. In a 60 km zone," he admitted.
"You do know that you are going to use up your $600 fund for driving offences should you get caught, right?" I reminded him.
"It may be worse than that," he replied.

Needless to say, we got to the Chinese restaurant safely and fast. Here's hoping that he doesn't do that again!

Handjob

I enjoy giving my guy a handjob. I did it over the weekend.

"I often picture being bent over a boardroom table by you," I said, holding his erect cock in my hand.
"Yes," he said.
"I'm wearing a tight blouse and a short black skirt that barely covers my butt. My legs are bare," I noticed.
"I love that," he said, getting more aroused.
"Do you love f*cking slutty girls?" I asked him, which got him extremely horny.
"I love f*cking a cute Chinese girl," he confessed.
"You can all day long, you know," I hinted.

My guy came a lot. His cum ran down his cock and coated my hand. He was happy. I was, too.

Two phone calls and directions to the hotel

I got a phone call this morning at 01:00. It was the front desk. Apparently, some person by the name of Dewan was asking for me. I indicated to the nice woman that I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. I also didn't know him. She apologized and we hung up.

It is fortunate that I am a night owl. I was getting ready to turn in when the call came in, so I wasn't annoyed.

My guy's flight was to touch down at 07:30. I woke up an hour early. I was excited to see him again.

I got the phone call that I wanted at 08:15.

"Hey, sweetie," he said to me.
"Hey, you," I replied.
"Good morning. Are you wake?" he asked me.
"Yes, I sure am. Did you just touch down?" I asked.
"Yes. I am going through immigration right now. Depending on how long everything takes, I will be with you soon," he assured me.

I gave him directions and my room number. He is directionally challenged, which is a sweet quality that I have accepted and love.

"Is the hotel on the same street as our Chinese restaurant?" he asked me.
"Nope, it's the one before," I pointed out.
"On the road that we typically drive to get to the Chinese place, do I turn left or right on street where the hotel is?" he asked me.
"You turn left. Keep driving on it until you see the hotel and turn right," I said.
"Sounds good," he said.
"Do you want me to text you the address?" I asked him.
"I should be okay," he stated confidently.
"That's what worries me," I said, which made us both laugh.

I was so happy to hear that my guy was coming over. It's a wonderful start to a long weekend.

Dinner and spanking options

We left the office the other night and headed towards my car. Although dopey, my guy noticed my winter tires.

"Hey, I get to see your winter tires on Bluie for the first time," he said.
"Yep, they are my Michelins," I replied.

We got into my car and I drove us to our usual Chinese restaurant. It was nice holding hands along the way.

I parked. We walked over to the restaurant. We had forty minutes before the restaurant would close for the evening.

We were promptly seated at a booth. We were advised that the kitchen would be shutting down at 21:30.

"What do I normally get?" my guy asked me, still sobering up.
"You get the ginger beef," I replied.
"Oh, yeah. That's right," he said, smiling at me.

Moments later, I placed our order. We then chowed down.

My guy sobered up quite nicely once there was food in his system.

"Do you know how much your hotel room was when you visited me?" he asked me.
"I'm not sure. I'll need to look my bill up," I said, getting my phone.

My guy is pretty good at paying me back. Although I would have been fine shelling out the bill, he always insists on at least splitting the cost. He's sweet that way.

We finished just before the restaurant closed. Nice! We paid and left.

I drove us back to the office.

"I can either spank you in your car or at the office. I'm giving you the choice," he said, holding my hand.
"How about at the office? You have never spanked me there since we moved buildings," I said.
"Sounds good. No one is at the office at this hour," he noted.
"I'm a good girl, though," I playfully teased.
"No, you're not. Why do you think that I always spank you?" he asked.
"You like to," I noted.
"I do," he admitted.

I always enjoy getting a spanking from him.

Happy Lunar New Year!

It's the year of the dog, which happens to be the sign that my mom shares.

I don't normally take this day off from work. When I was in elementary school, my mom insisted on pulling me out of school to take in all the festivities. After that, I ended up going to school when this special day landed on a school day.

I am thankful that I made it through another year. Here's hoping for a healthy, happy new year to come!

Phone calls for a lunch date and spanking

My guy gave me a call yesterday afternoon.

"Hey, do you want to do lunch?" he asked me.
"Sure," I replied. "Did you want to meet halfway?"
"Yes. How about our old Chinese restaurant? At 3 pm?" he asked me.
"Sounds good. See you then," I replied.

I got there at 3 pm. I got a phone call from him.

"I'm stuck in traffic," he replied. "I'm going to be a bit late."
"That's okay. I'm already here," I said.
"I know. You are always so punctual," he said. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. It looks like there's an accident," I reported, looking at my map app.
"I have your Christmas presents. I got one that is wood and good to use on your backside," he noted.
"I'm intrigued. It's because I'm a good girl, right?" I teased.
"No, you're a bad girl. You need to embrace that side of you. I am here to punish you."

He called me a third time to indicate that he was ten minutes away. It was wonderful news.

He got to the restaurant parking lot safely. I got out of my car and I held on to his arm as we walked over in snow

"You're not wearing boots. You're such a bad girl," he remarked.
"You're wearing shoes, too. You're a bad boy," I remarked.

It was nice having a lunch date with him. He noticed that I had cut my hair. He held my hands in his as we talked.

Our food came out. He had ginger chicken. I had spicy garlic chicken. We ate and chatted some more.

"I like when you wear a v-neck sweater. It makes me imagine what I want to do to you. Your boobs also make an infinity sign in my mind," he noted, smiling.
"I like that nerdy reference. If someone who wasn't mathematical had heard that remark, he would have looked at us oddly," I remarked.

I love that he is so thoughtful, attentive, and sweet.