Seattle Day 1 - Introductions

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Tim was a little late picking me up, but we were still very early for the airport. He had apparently been texting me all morning, and my phone just wasn't receiving texts. Perfect for traveling. Because we were still so early, he had some coffee while I had some cereal. He talked about all the bureaucracy he was going through with school, I mentioned I was anxious about May 18, 6pm. He responded that he had a feeling this would be a good, even great, year for both of us. I am not so sure - I increasingly feel that this will be a difficult year. He correctly surmised that this is at least partially attributable to my relationship with him, and asked if I wanted him to stay or go.
Um...both?

I managed to get a window seat for the flight up, which was lovely both because I got to see the ground zoom away, and because I was able to sleep. Chip picked me up from the airport, I met Olive and Missy. Olive is Chip's dog. She's half Mastiff and half doe....big head and body, long spindly legs. She's adorable, but it makes for a poor genetic mix. At 4 years old and slim, she's had 2 knee surgeries so far. I have a feeling she will need to be euthanized young, and I'm glad I met her.

Missy is his son's girlfriend's dog, and bears strong resemblance to her mother. She's a cute, yappy, needy little thing. Chip's son, Thomas, is taking care of her, but she needs FAR more than he is equipped to give, and Thomas is using her as an excuse to do nothing but sponge off his father. They live in a 1br on the property, neither work, both get high and make 2am nachos without cleaning up.

Chip and I moved up to the bedroom almost immediately after I got there, but he has no door, and the dogs soon joined us, which ended things. I needed to shower anyway, and then Chip took me into town. We stopped at a couple gay bars, then went to a noodle house before going home. Missy was gone, but Olive was there. I brushed my teeth while Chip took care of Olive. We started fooling around - oral and handjobs and the like - when I heard Olive whining. I couldn't tell where it was coming from, and became increasingly worried that Chip had locked her in the closet or similar. Dogs have good night vision, but that wouldn't help in total darkness and Olive wouldn't understand why she was in there. Got Chip off, and it turned out he had just placed a chair in front of the stairs so she couldn't get up. Chip continued stroking and sucking me all night long, which was distracting, but at least I had Olive at my feet.

Also had, if not my first flying dream ever, then the first one in a long, long time. It was wonderful up until it turned into a nightmare about spiders raining down on me.