When I got back to Chicago on Sunday night, Brady picked me up from the airport. As gross as this sounds, I was so happy to see him. Like I legitimately missed him. I threw my arms around him and kissed him and we walked hand in hand to his car. Ugh. Like high schoolers.
Brady asked if I wanted to come over and even though I knew I needed to go home to get ready for work on Monday I told him yes. Whatever, YOLO, etc.
When we got there, Carly was already there.
“Oh my gosh, Reesie Puff! You’re home!” She pulled me into a hug. “You missed it, we went out with Preston’s new boyfriend last night. He’s so much fun, you’re going to love him!”
She told me about how he gave her a twerking lesson and they all took molly and danced all night. Sounds like a good time to me.
Carly said she and Chris were on their way to go smoke and asked if we wanted to join. I looked at Brady and he was looking back at me like he was waiting for my answer. I looked back at Carly who was smiling and nodding excitedly. I figured why the hell not? I’m curious about how all this works anyway.
We went downstairs and they started getting everything ready. I’ve been around smokers enough to recognize a bong when Chris pulled it out. The whole apparatus looked super complicated, but Chris and Brady got it up and running quickly. The Other Woman was playing as they passed the bong down the couch. Even though I watched Chris, Carly and Brady take a hit from the bong, by the time it reached me I realized I had no idea what to do.
Carly saw me struggling so she shouted, “Light the bowl!” or something like that?
Bowl? What bowl? I looked at Brady and since he’s such a good and caring boyfriend, he walked me through the whole thing – lighting the weed, sucking in the smoke, taking the little pipe thing out, etc. Super complex. Eating a weed laced cookie seemed so much easier. I did fine except when I exhaled all the smoke and had a coughing fit. That shit burned.
“Are you okay?” Brady asked.
I nodded and shoved the bong back at him and decided that I would just take that one hit. I didn’t want to ruin my pretty pink lungs anyway.
They passed it down the line and it reached me again.
“I’m okay,” I said, when Brady tried to hand me the bong.
“Come on, Reese. Just one more!” Carly enthused, giggling.
Fine. I took the bong and did it all on my own. And didn’t almost die from coughing. Such a pro. I fell onto the arm of the couch and closed my eyes for what felt like hours. I felt like I was asleep, but I still heard them talking and laughing and everything. It was a really weird feeling.
Brady nudged me. “Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Wonderful,” I sang, not moving.
I laid there a while longer, but suddenly felt someone on my lap.
“Hi Reesie Cup!” Carly squealed when I opened my eyes. “I love you!”
She hugged me and gave me a wet kiss. I laughed and hugged her back and then she jumped up and said she was going to order a pizza.
Brady leaned over to me and asked if I wanted to go upstairs.
“Yeah,” I said. I felt Brady get up, but I literally could not move. “I’m stuck.”
He smiled and reached down to hoist me up, but I was like a dead body. I laughed and the next thing I knew, Brady picked me up and started carrying me upstairs like it was our wedding night.
“I just love you,” I sighed. Brady isn’t very big, but he was carrying me around like an infant. I was impressed.
“I love you,” he said back and dropped me on his bed. I immediately stripped off my clothes and got under the comforter.
Brady took off his shirt and got in bed next to me.
“Didn’t you miss me?” I asked.
“Mmhm. I missed you a lot,” he said and started kissing me.
We ended up having sex with him on top, but also having a conversation.
“I thought about you all weekend,” he said.
“Did you like the picture I sent you?” I asked, referring to my telfie (titty selfie).
“Yeah. It was torture.”
I smiled, satisfied.
Right in the middle of our session, Brady’s door flew open.
“Hey, the pizza’s here,” I heard Chris say.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Brady shouted, but didn’t stop thrusting.
“We’ll save you a few slices,” Chris said and shut the door.
I can’t remember falling asleep, but Brady woke me up in the morning to take me home. I don’t know what came over me, but I literally could not get out of bed.
“Just leave me here,” I whined, pulling the blanket over my head.
“I can’t. You need to go get ready for work,” Brady said.
“I don’t want toooooo,” I continued on.
“You have to.”
I won the battle by telling Brady that I would go into the office later. Instead, I called Diana and told her my flight was delayed so I was still in Houston then I slept until noon. I woke up and sat in bed for about ten minutes then got up to find my phone. I found it on Brady’s dresser and I was disappointed when I only had two new texts. One was from Brady asking if I’d made it to work yet. Ugh. Can I live?
I noticed some papers that looked like mail on the dresser and I know you guys are going to judge, but I had to look at them. Like I physically could not stop myself.
On top was some sort of bank statement and when I saw his savings account balance, my jaw literally dropped. He could probably buy me a condo outright with the money he has saved. How the fuck can he save money like that?
I felt guilty about looking through his stuff so I stopped there. I still can’t believe how much money he has though. Like it almost makes me uncomfortable.
I showered and decided that since I had the day off I would go meet that banker lady to see if I can actually afford to buy a house. I took the bus home to get my car then barged into the bank to get some answers. I had to wait for thirty minutes since she was with a client, but whatever.
Her name is Allison and she had the chicest blonde bob. It almost made me want to cut my hair (but I would never). We talked about my salary and down payment and she calculated how much I could spend to keep my mortgage payment the same as my rent payment (assuming I have good credit which I do, obviously). I would have to go through some extra steps to get pre-approved she said, but I didn’t have time for that.
I spent the rest of the day shopping and avoiding texts from Brady since I was supposed to be busy at work. Oops.
When he got off, I invited myself over and we had leftover pizza and beer. Remember when he said I was low maintenance? I’m starting to believe I am.
34 thoughts on “i just love you.”
So cute! I just love you two! Oh, and please do not cut your hair!
I’m def not going to
Aww. This was cute. Hope you buy a house soon, good investment.
Maybe Brady’s a drug dealer? It seems the Brady only wants to have sex with you or says he loves you when he’s high. I wonder how he feels when he’s not. Also, I love your blog and how honest and unapologetic you are. I am concerned about the weed usage. It’s obvious that this is a regular thing for Brady.
well he does deal drugs… he’s a pharmacist lol.
not that type of drugs… lol. a lot isn’t adding up to me about Brady.
What isn’t adding up? He has money? He mentioned earlier that he had a trust fund. He has a good job and doesn’t like an extravagant lifestyle. He doesn’t need to be a drug dealer to have money. Also, weed is not drugs. It’s more popular than you think. It’s not addictive
lol at “weed is not drugs”
weed is addictive. trust me. it just is.
Last time i checked it’s both against the law to possess and use marijuana. They aren’t two different things. Marijuana is still a drug regardless of its popularity. Lol its not addictive? Tell that to users that need their daily fix. It’s like alcohol, the majority of drinkers aren’t alcoholics but a small percentage are. Fyi, trusts funds are set up and maintained through a brokerage house not a savings account. I think some of you are too easily giving Brady the benefit of doubt in every instance.
There are different kinds of trusts. If it is a bare or discretionary trust, the beneficiary can receive payments in cash after a certain age.
He is a recreational user and I really don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting happy to relieve stress. He’s obviously fully functional without it and Reese hasn’t mentioned it affecting his regular life/ having withdrawal reasons.
Actually Carrie, smoking weed in Canada and in the united states is not illegal. Acquiring and having more than I believe 1-2 grams on you is what’s illegal. Smoking a joint in front of a cop will just put negative attention but if that’s all you have on you (a joint that has less than 1 gram of weed, which is tiny) you will not be arrested and charged of any type of crime
Jenny, are you saying that in the United States and Canada you can smoke weed in front of a cop without repercussion? If you then you absolutely wrong. In DC I know for a fact that you WILL get arrested for having any amount of weed on you. In NY you’ll get a citation if you’re caught with a small amount of weed. Now medical marijuana is a different issue. To the best of my knowledge only Washington State and Colorado are okay with personal consumption. I’m a lawyer and I’ve seen many cases which make me strongly disagree with your assertion.
As a lawyer I would expect that you should know that marijuana was decriminalized in DC. You will NOT get arrested for having a small amount of weed.
Y, now that you mention it stoned Brady is more fun than regular Brady. when he’s not high, he’s shy, boring, reclusive and doesn’t even make a move on Reese. I’m just speculating that he might deal drugs. It’s a long shot but you never know. I’m conflicted about which Brady is real.
I get what you’re saying but calling him boring is rude and I disagree.
I apologize. Regular Brady used big words, was extremely logical and seemed intimidated by you and the idea of having sex. That’s what I meant.
still, I disagree. I think he just opened up more as he got to know me.
I just love you & Brady together
Love you two! Gosh, I want that life :-p
Wow, I couldn’t stop laughing when Chris walked in on you guys.
so mortified 🙈
Drug dealer and weed dealer are two very different things. I highly doubt he is either. If you drink liquor every so often, do people automatically assume you make moonshine? No. Anyways, love you guys together! I’ve been reading this blog since day one, and it has now worked its way to the top of my list! You’re a badass, way to be Reese. I do think you should open up to Brady more, and tell him you love him when you aren’t stoned. But hey, if a little weed is all it takes for you guys to open up emotionally, no big deal. Also, so are ya’ll like officially dating now? Like exclusive boyfriend/girlfriend deal? I know you mentioned in the last post that you were worried about Brady at the wedding, just not sure if you guys have had that talk yet. Buying a house is sweet, but just make sure you are where you wanna be for a few years. BUT anyways, I’m totally hooked on your blog, you’re the bomb. The end.
thank you! yeah I think we established that we are official now. I don’t think we are in love, but I think we like to say it when we’re high lol
Through my 20s my husband and I smoked regularly. It’s extremely common and we are both successful with good jobs. We’re trying to get on the baby train which is the only reason why that stopped.
I also had the experience of him saying i love you when he was drunk or stoned. He always said a drunk mans words are a sober mans thoughts. I told him I’d like to hear the sweet things when he’s sober too, so he started and hasn’t stopped ten years later.
Totally agree with everything you just said.
I just love Brady, too. Wondering if he or you ever mentioned Jessica’s rando friend request??
neither of us has mentioned it. I completely forgot to be honest
There goes the L word again……yikes
Is this a fictional blog?