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She's so swishy in her satin and tat
Apr. 7th, 2008 02:05 pmThe mermaid from Starbucks and I are guilty lovers. I got one of those Mocha Chip Frappuccinos for lunch today and I feel like I'm shoveling dirt cake into my mouth every time I take a sip. I can't even justify my purchase as a reward for some outstanding accomplishment -- it's only Monday, and all the high and mighty things I had planned for this past weekend went to pot because it turns out that I'm better at napping than I am at getting things done.
Friday, Todd and I went to see "Shine A Light" and then out to the bar, whereupon we decided to go on one of those "midnight walks" that all those contemporary pro-feminist fiction authors advise you never to go on, if only for the sake of keeping "Sex" and "The City" separate. But walk we did -- walk and talk and plan. We're coming up on our one year anniversary this Sunday. It's somewhat unbelievable to me: that I could have been with someone for an entire year and still be interested. Friday, I told him that before we started seeing one another, I had gotten used to the idea of being by myself. I might not have been entirely happy with the prospect, but I was -- oh god, I can't believe I'm about to use this word to describe myself -- resigned to it. But then Todd came along and showed me that I didn't have to settle for anything; I could find happiness in someone else and, even better, re-discover happiness in myself. It's still a challenge (Todd knows my habits by this point and I can't imagine that any of them are easy to deal with) and I don't think I'll ever fully understand what he sees in me that makes him what to stick around (he's voiced the same thoughts about himself in regard to me -- isn't mutual self-doubt the basis of many sturdy relationships?) but I'm glad that he has. He's my partner. My "better than" and my "better because."
Speaking of C/companions. New 'Who: Yes? No?
Blurgh. I don't think I can finish this coffee. I feel like a beached something.
Friday, Todd and I went to see "Shine A Light" and then out to the bar, whereupon we decided to go on one of those "midnight walks" that all those contemporary pro-feminist fiction authors advise you never to go on, if only for the sake of keeping "Sex" and "The City" separate. But walk we did -- walk and talk and plan. We're coming up on our one year anniversary this Sunday. It's somewhat unbelievable to me: that I could have been with someone for an entire year and still be interested. Friday, I told him that before we started seeing one another, I had gotten used to the idea of being by myself. I might not have been entirely happy with the prospect, but I was -- oh god, I can't believe I'm about to use this word to describe myself -- resigned to it. But then Todd came along and showed me that I didn't have to settle for anything; I could find happiness in someone else and, even better, re-discover happiness in myself. It's still a challenge (Todd knows my habits by this point and I can't imagine that any of them are easy to deal with) and I don't think I'll ever fully understand what he sees in me that makes him what to stick around (he's voiced the same thoughts about himself in regard to me -- isn't mutual self-doubt the basis of many sturdy relationships?) but I'm glad that he has. He's my partner. My "better than" and my "better because."
Speaking of C/companions. New 'Who: Yes? No?
Blurgh. I don't think I can finish this coffee. I feel like a beached something.
