I spent two hours on Sunday night being completely annoyed by Elizabeth Gilbert’s narcissism for a third time (read the book and another one of her books) while viewing the film version of Eat, Pray, Love. The scenery however, was not hard to look at. Hello James Franco and Javier Bardem. One thing stuck with me though. There’s a part where Julia is shacking up with James as her rebound man and they’re in some studio apartment in Brooklyn spending copious amounts of time together (probably due to being broke and living in such a small place) and he says to her, “You never give me a chance to miss you.”
Lately I don’t want a chance to miss him. I miss him all day when I’m at work and I miss him nights where we don’t sleep together. Sometimes we spend the entire 48 hours of the weekend together and I worry that maybe he’s bored or it’s too much, but it doesn’t seem like that at all. We can sit around doing nothing, but we’re doing nothing together and it feels so much better that way. I’m sure we’re still in what’s called the ‘honeymoon stage’ but it just seems to get better and better. I’m going to enjoy these rose tinted lenses for now. And luckily, life gives me a chance to miss him all the time.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
bits
This is the best I've felt on March 18th for the last three years. I never expect to party that hard on St. Paddy's day for a few reasons; I'm not a bit Irish, it's during the week, and I don't like green beer. But somehow I always end up with a large guilt sprial the next day, unable to get out of bed. Calling in sick every March 18th really doesn't fly after a while.
Last night, was fun, random, with lots of memorable bits:
I met some guys in line, one was wearing a denim scarf, we got to talking while we waited together and he asked me for my number before he decided to quit waiting. He said he wanted to take me on a date. This is the first time this has happened since I've been with my guy, and I tried not to make it too awkward.
me: "Ummmmm, I don't think so"
him: "How come?"
me: "I've got a man, but we could go on a friend date?"
That was definitley not a good tactic either, because, understandably, my guy didn't like that at all. Maybe just one of those moments you don't share. Except now line dude is texting me. Dilemma ensues.
Then there was the guy with a dreadlock mowhawk. Yes. Just think on that for a while. It was epic. Who proposed to me on one knee while I was waiting at the bar for a drink. Him and his buddy thought I looked just like Michelle Pfeiffer. That tells me they're old.
Then my guy surprised me and showed up and told me he loved me. Even better, he brought me advil and orange juice this morning and made me pancakes while I was still sleeping. BOOM. Love that. I'm definitley a happy girl today.
Last night, was fun, random, with lots of memorable bits:
I met some guys in line, one was wearing a denim scarf, we got to talking while we waited together and he asked me for my number before he decided to quit waiting. He said he wanted to take me on a date. This is the first time this has happened since I've been with my guy, and I tried not to make it too awkward.
me: "Ummmmm, I don't think so"
him: "How come?"
me: "I've got a man, but we could go on a friend date?"
That was definitley not a good tactic either, because, understandably, my guy didn't like that at all. Maybe just one of those moments you don't share. Except now line dude is texting me. Dilemma ensues.
Then there was the guy with a dreadlock mowhawk. Yes. Just think on that for a while. It was epic. Who proposed to me on one knee while I was waiting at the bar for a drink. Him and his buddy thought I looked just like Michelle Pfeiffer. That tells me they're old.
Then my guy surprised me and showed up and told me he loved me. Even better, he brought me advil and orange juice this morning and made me pancakes while I was still sleeping. BOOM. Love that. I'm definitley a happy girl today.
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