entry # 108 - Gerry, it was really nothing

                                    

                                          
⚠️ ???? Just the usual Clownerella things ⚠️
'Thank you for the ride, lovebirds. Have fun?' Bessie speaks, as she hops off my saddle, and she hands my spare helmet, the one that was over her head until a few seconds ago, over to me. I grab it, and I chuckle under my breath while she addresses Sean and I ... as lovebirds, for the hundredth time today I think. She's saying nothing new here, she's stating facts that need no backing up evidence, but still, hearing my best friend acknowledging us as a lovely, lovely item, always manages to warm my cockles. The last time she did it, was when we were at the pharmacy picking up our morning after pills for future consumption. Which means, about ten minutes ago. I was socialising with the pharmacist, a very funny and nice lady, and Bessie and Sean were looking at me like they were amazed by the way I always manage to befriend people wherever I go. Sean and Bess talked a bit, I couldn't hear what they were saying exactly because I was too busy small talking with the pharmacist, but I realised that they were slandering eachother when Bessie told him that he looks like he's slept a healthy eight hours, since I've been around. Which is a very ironic way to say that I've given him a facelift... or a glow, who knows. That was funny and kinda sweet of Bessie to say, but it's untrue! I can't think of one time Sean and I have slept more than two hours, in the last few days. He looks more wiped out now, than the night I first met him, and he looks like his already severe iron deficiency is spiralling out of control ... but he is always the most beautiful! And the funniest! Because he reacted to Bessie's taunt by flipping the bird at her, and paying for my pill and hers altogether. Sean? Clown meets gentleman meets riot meets class. My kinda man ! Dream man! Not only he has an endless list of virtues, but he is also part Irish, and he even owns a Honda Four ! Mineeee ! 
'I don't know who you're talking to'. Sean answers, taking off his helmet, shrugging, and furrowing his brows like he has effectively no idea who my best friend is talking to. Or talking about, I just don't know. But here he is, glancing at me with an expression that looks a bit like the one of one who's never seen me before, and a bit like the amused grin of someone who knows they're clowning pretty hard in front of an audience that bloody loves it. It's giving standard Sean, doing the idiot because he is not very fond of his 'loverboy' label... but it's also giving standard Cherry, because I always love a man who doesn't come across as an obvious sap in front of our peeps. I really love the balance and the irony, and I really love Sean's way: total sweetheart with me, especially when it's just the two of us, total clowny boy when there's an audience we know around us. 
And yes... I think I'll listen to Bess, and I'll have fun with this one tonight. I'll have fun with him 'til we will turn off the lights and call it a night in my hotel room. But before we fall asleep, I need dinner, hopefully dessert too because I'm feeling brave tonight, a post dinner activity, good laughs, small talks, the morning after pill in my system... and I also need a pillow, a bed, a lie in, and lots of cuddles with my hunk to finish the day! It's been another long, eventful one, here on the road, and in addition to that... I think it's been too long since Sean and I last slept in the same bed at night. We didn't sleep together last night, I was mad at him because of blowjobs in Latin related pranks, and he was drunk out of his mind a few rooms away from me. We napped twice today, and waking up right next to him was amazing... but no, it couldn't quite compete with the feeling of calling it a day while his arms are around me, we kiss good morning, and his eyes are the first thing I see after opening my very own ones. Excuse me, I'm a romantic... and it's all his fault, if I am ! I've never been like this ever before, and for how shocking it feels to be a lovesick mess, I'm loving every second of this new experience. 
'Hey honey, don't act like you don't know me! I have a middle name for Syria in mind, and it's very middle.. eastern !' I chime in, in full ironic fashion, and my best friend and my dark eyed, dark haired 'honey' both laugh at my comment. And at my way of saying 'Syria', which sounds straight outta Suriya-like. They better get used to it, because it's gonna be my 'daughter's name, and I'm gonna pronounce it Suriya not giving a damn that this is the US. Yeah, pregnancy jokes have never stopped being in flavour here, not even for a second ... and now I'm bringing back one of 'em for the sake of nagging the guy who's pushed a baby Syria inside of me, proudly so, and who's now playfully daring to look at me like he's never seen my face before. Well, he will see some of this face in baby Syria, too... and he'll better come prepared to the fact that she will have a good 25% chance of inheriting my dad's long, crooked, pointy, ethnic nose, that she will be at least bilingual, and that she will 100% have a Middle Eastern middle name. Because the mom is Middle Eastern, proud to be, and always representing ! I am not pregnant, not likely to get pregnant and not quite willing to, this is just a whole, endless running gag ... but my daughter of the future's middle name, if not first given name, is gonna be my maternal grandma's: Khairiah! Fuck Syria, to say it a la Cock Soup brother in denial, it will be Khairiah, and I will accept zero bargaining ! It's such a beautiful, sweet name ... and it would've been mine, if my dad's last name wasn't Khair. It would've been too much Khair in a single baby girl's name, my smart parents sensed it... and they blessed me with a name without any phlegmatic sound in it. And no, before you ask me, it ain't Victoria. I can't fucking pronounce a v without tripping, because the sound doesn't exist in my language... and there's still people out there thinking that my name is Victoria, when I pronounce it oh so weirdly in front of them ? My name is Victoria... but in Arabic ! And it is very, very fucking different !