Friday, October 27, 2006
A History of Lovers
My boyfriend left this week for a five day jaunt through the woods in the rain and cold to celebrate the birthday of a life-long friend. Not necessarily my idea of a good time but to each his own, I guess.
Cell phone communication was cut off last night and before I go any further, you should know that, yes, I am THAT girl. You know the one. The girl so nauseating in love with her boyfriend and her relationship with him that if she tells you one more time about how he hung the moon and said the funniest thing while doing it, so help you God, you just might have to rip your ears off. Yeah. I’m THAT one. I admit it freely. I have no shame.
Normally, in the course of the work day, I’ll talk to him about 6 times:
-the Morning hello
-the Pre-Lunch conversation
-the Post-Lunch recap
-the Midafternoon check in
-and the I’m-Going-Home-Now-Call-Me-When-You’re-On-Your-Way chat
Even before we were dating, we spoke almost everyday so this whole out-of-range, unable to talk because I don’t get reception in the middle of all these trees thing is a bit out of my realm of understanding.
In case you aren’t getting this, I don’t do well with distance.
Now, I realize that I am a whole person, with or without my boyfriend, and that the world has not ceased its rotation because he is off tromping around the forest. I am not so entirely self-involved to realize that there are children starving in Africa who have not yet been adopted by an A-list celebrity who could care less about my relationship issues. But they aren’t likely to come across this site, now are they?
My point – I miss him terribly and I wish he would come home already. He is the most special thing I’ve found on this planet so when he goes away I feel as if I’m missing something very important. You see, he has this uncanny ability to make anything funny. And he knows how I take my coffee. And he can make me feel so good about myself with one look. He’s my very best friend and the source of about 90% of my everyday entertainment. He pays for my meals and he holds me so tight I wanna unzip his chest and crawl right inside. He even lets me hold the remote.
Also, did I tell you about the time he hung the moon?
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Cell phone communication was cut off last night and before I go any further, you should know that, yes, I am THAT girl. You know the one. The girl so nauseating in love with her boyfriend and her relationship with him that if she tells you one more time about how he hung the moon and said the funniest thing while doing it, so help you God, you just might have to rip your ears off. Yeah. I’m THAT one. I admit it freely. I have no shame.
Normally, in the course of the work day, I’ll talk to him about 6 times:
-the Morning hello
-the Pre-Lunch conversation
-the Post-Lunch recap
-the Midafternoon check in
-and the I’m-Going-Home-Now-Call-Me-When-You’re-On-Your-Way chat
Even before we were dating, we spoke almost everyday so this whole out-of-range, unable to talk because I don’t get reception in the middle of all these trees thing is a bit out of my realm of understanding.
In case you aren’t getting this, I don’t do well with distance.
Now, I realize that I am a whole person, with or without my boyfriend, and that the world has not ceased its rotation because he is off tromping around the forest. I am not so entirely self-involved to realize that there are children starving in Africa who have not yet been adopted by an A-list celebrity who could care less about my relationship issues. But they aren’t likely to come across this site, now are they?
My point – I miss him terribly and I wish he would come home already. He is the most special thing I’ve found on this planet so when he goes away I feel as if I’m missing something very important. You see, he has this uncanny ability to make anything funny. And he knows how I take my coffee. And he can make me feel so good about myself with one look. He’s my very best friend and the source of about 90% of my everyday entertainment. He pays for my meals and he holds me so tight I wanna unzip his chest and crawl right inside. He even lets me hold the remote.
Also, did I tell you about the time he hung the moon?
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