After you’ve met an amazing guy who treats you like a queen, going out into the world and seeing what else is out there is depressing, to say the least.
Pick me, choose me, love me … Please.
I don’t lose much sleep over my life anymore. But I do wish I could get back the chunks of my day that I spend immersed in thought.
To my someone
You do everything to deny me the opportunity to try to love you, because you are terrified that I just might. I get it now.
An old friend (OK, an ex) just changed his FB status to “in a relationship.” After one date.
I’ve been seeing someone a LOT longer than that and I’m still not sure what to call it.
I don’t know whether to admire his ability to put a definition on it so soon, or to remind him that a great first date does not a relationship make.
Either way, all this does is serve to remind me how very little I know…
So, I never really understood how, when my friends start dating someone, they fall off the fucking planet. I mean, I always make time for my friends (OK, I do so NOW anyway — I wasn’t so good about that when I worked in D.C.), guy in my life or not.
But it dawns on me now that you keep your distance from your peeps for a reason. Two, really. One, the stories are so good that you want to keep them to yourself. :) And of course, and you don’t want to jinx anything, since the universe has always been consistent in taking away your happiness the moment you found it before. That’s what the universe does.
But there’s a second reason, and it’s to keep your confusion to yourself as well. When it comes to men, my friend Judy used to say, “Moms and best friends — never tell them anything you don’t want them to remember … because they will!” Not that this one could ever do anything other than be fabulous. But, you know.
Two completely different humans, each with a suitcase full of quirk and another one full of “how I’ve been for the last four decades,” figuring out how to coexist is an interesting process, to say the least.
I look forward to unpacking someday … and telling everyone when I do. :)
The quip by itself coulda been funny. You know, if maybe it wasn’t paired with a PICTURE OF A LAUGHING MAN PHYSICALLY RESTRAINING A DISTRAUGHT WOMAN Holy jeebus fuck WHAT THE HELL MAN?
I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.
“I don’t always date-rape, but when I do, I drink Belvedere Vodka…”
*facepalm*
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more
“
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Rumi (via fuckyeahrumi)
Seems appropriate given my last entry |
Last week, a random guy saw me talking with my favorite guy. He remarked about the perma-smile on my face and said my companion must have been saying some wonderful things. I replied that he was.
Later in the week, a gal I don’t know very well stopped me as I was on my way to meet said wonderful person. She said I was downright giddy — she’d never seen me show much in the way of emotion otherwise.
The thing is, I feel like I hide said enthusiasm from the one who needs to see it most. How can I show my heart so easily to everyone else, but yet I tone down my heart in front of the one who makes it race?
