Three Ring Binder of Love
I'm warning you now, this post might end abruptly - I'm waiting for Kenyon to arrive, and while it probably won't be for an hour or so, you just never know with Chicago traffic and it could end up being soon. Apologies in advance if I leave in the middle of a sentence.
Yes, things with ol' K have been going amazingly well. It's amazing what it does for your psyche to be told that you're beautiful and fun and cool to be around. I feel like people shouldn't need to be told that, but I sure did. (I know HV, you tell me that stuff all the time. And I do listen to you, really. It's just -different- when it comes from a new romantic interest instead of your best friend of 12 years.) Feels like when you realize you forgot to water your low-maintenance houseplant until it's all dry and pale, and as soon as you give it some attention it bursts back to vibrant green life. Maybe it even grows a little flower in appreciation. That's me. Bloom, baby, bloom.
It's funny, I never used to believe all those sappy old adages about "knowing" when you've met the person you're going to marry. I mean, how do you ever really know, right? You don't ever know anything for sure in life. Maybe that first boyfriend was your true love, but you blew it when you dumped him back at age 18. Maybe that guy you had a crush on for all those years was secretly into you too, and now it's too late to do anything about it. You (well, I) just live your life and wonder how you'll know the answers to any of the big important questions. Maybe you're not meant to marry? Maybe you find someone, but you're not sure he's "the one"? Maybe you get married, but aren't sure if you should have kids together? So on, and on, until you picture yourself 15 years later, unhappily married with unhappy children and wondering how the hell you ended up that way. These were the thoughts I was having for the past couple of years.
And such thoughts are now evaporated, like so much mist, from the meanderings of my brain. At the moment I'm pretty darn sure K's the one. All those old wives are right, gosh darn it. You just know. (I'm saying "at the moment I'm pretty sure" just to cover my butt in case I'm wrong, by the way. I know you all love me and won't laugh at me if I'm wrong about this.)
Having said that, now watch us break up tonight after he gets here. That would be something.
(Man, now I'm going to have to post tomorrow just to let you all know we didn't break up. Assuming we don't break up, I mean. I don't think we will, by the way. This man not only remembered AND recognized the 1-month anniversary of our first date, but he printed out every single email we've ever sent to each other, put them into a binder and presented it to me as a gift on that night. What a present! I'm still all happy and glowy about that. Oh and just for reference, there were something like 120-130 emails in the binder. The first email was from November 28, 2004, and the last was from January 12, 2005. You do the math.)
And now for something completely different: Sunday I'm off to sunny Orlando, Florida on Sunday for 5 days for work. For work! Ha! Take that, cold, snowy Chicago. Take that, all you former companies of mine that didn't appreciate me as much as my current place does! I will think of you as I'm basking in the sun with 8,000 of my closest Lotus geek colleagues. (Oh and work, as much as I love you, please don't call me and make me dial in. Just don't. I know we're launching my project the week after. I'll take care of it. Just please please please let me have Orlando to myself.)
Oh, shout-out to my brother Roy. Roy, you ROCK. Thank you for the Star Wars trilogy on DVD and the Ithaca chocolate bar. You are wonderful! I couldn't believe no one had gotten me the trilogy for Xmas - I figured someone would have. And then I got your present the other weekend and .. you did!! I love you very, very much and I promise I will come up there to visit you one of these weekends.
Alrighty folks, I've got kitties sleeping on me and a boyfriend arriving on my doorstep any minute now (hopefully) so I'm going to wrap this up. I'll try and post more often, I guess. But not posting is good - it means I'm busy with Kenyon, most of the time. Which means I'm happy. Which means I don't need to let off steam in the anonymity of a blog. :)
Peace. And peas. More people need peas. (That's you, HV and Kenyon. Pea-haters!)
-Joan
Yes, things with ol' K have been going amazingly well. It's amazing what it does for your psyche to be told that you're beautiful and fun and cool to be around. I feel like people shouldn't need to be told that, but I sure did. (I know HV, you tell me that stuff all the time. And I do listen to you, really. It's just -different- when it comes from a new romantic interest instead of your best friend of 12 years.) Feels like when you realize you forgot to water your low-maintenance houseplant until it's all dry and pale, and as soon as you give it some attention it bursts back to vibrant green life. Maybe it even grows a little flower in appreciation. That's me. Bloom, baby, bloom.
It's funny, I never used to believe all those sappy old adages about "knowing" when you've met the person you're going to marry. I mean, how do you ever really know, right? You don't ever know anything for sure in life. Maybe that first boyfriend was your true love, but you blew it when you dumped him back at age 18. Maybe that guy you had a crush on for all those years was secretly into you too, and now it's too late to do anything about it. You (well, I) just live your life and wonder how you'll know the answers to any of the big important questions. Maybe you're not meant to marry? Maybe you find someone, but you're not sure he's "the one"? Maybe you get married, but aren't sure if you should have kids together? So on, and on, until you picture yourself 15 years later, unhappily married with unhappy children and wondering how the hell you ended up that way. These were the thoughts I was having for the past couple of years.
And such thoughts are now evaporated, like so much mist, from the meanderings of my brain. At the moment I'm pretty darn sure K's the one. All those old wives are right, gosh darn it. You just know. (I'm saying "at the moment I'm pretty sure" just to cover my butt in case I'm wrong, by the way. I know you all love me and won't laugh at me if I'm wrong about this.)
Having said that, now watch us break up tonight after he gets here. That would be something.
(Man, now I'm going to have to post tomorrow just to let you all know we didn't break up. Assuming we don't break up, I mean. I don't think we will, by the way. This man not only remembered AND recognized the 1-month anniversary of our first date, but he printed out every single email we've ever sent to each other, put them into a binder and presented it to me as a gift on that night. What a present! I'm still all happy and glowy about that. Oh and just for reference, there were something like 120-130 emails in the binder. The first email was from November 28, 2004, and the last was from January 12, 2005. You do the math.)
And now for something completely different: Sunday I'm off to sunny Orlando, Florida on Sunday for 5 days for work. For work! Ha! Take that, cold, snowy Chicago. Take that, all you former companies of mine that didn't appreciate me as much as my current place does! I will think of you as I'm basking in the sun with 8,000 of my closest Lotus geek colleagues. (Oh and work, as much as I love you, please don't call me and make me dial in. Just don't. I know we're launching my project the week after. I'll take care of it. Just please please please let me have Orlando to myself.)
Oh, shout-out to my brother Roy. Roy, you ROCK. Thank you for the Star Wars trilogy on DVD and the Ithaca chocolate bar. You are wonderful! I couldn't believe no one had gotten me the trilogy for Xmas - I figured someone would have. And then I got your present the other weekend and .. you did!! I love you very, very much and I promise I will come up there to visit you one of these weekends.
Alrighty folks, I've got kitties sleeping on me and a boyfriend arriving on my doorstep any minute now (hopefully) so I'm going to wrap this up. I'll try and post more often, I guess. But not posting is good - it means I'm busy with Kenyon, most of the time. Which means I'm happy. Which means I don't need to let off steam in the anonymity of a blog. :)
Peace. And peas. More people need peas. (That's you, HV and Kenyon. Pea-haters!)
-Joan
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