Just Another Manic Monday Tuesday
Things have been so good for me recently that I haven’t been writing. Besides last week’s discussion of the perfect family bathroom of course. For me writing is really the panacea for all that ails me. I can bitch, moan, whine and spew about everything that pisses me off to the entire world or, what I usually do, I can immerse myself in a meaningless topic for an hour to the amusement of myself and others thereby releasing tension and forgetting that I want someone, or several someones, to meet an unfortunate fate. I’ve been too happy lately. With no venom to spit out at the world and nothing but an absent-minded grin to share I’ve been quiet. Too quiet.
The truth is that the happier I am the more I want to write and the less I know what to say because to talk about the good things would likely jinx them. I just realized today that now really is the best time to jinx things though. Is the trick to see how long you can go before the other shoe drops or is it to let go of the shoe yourself and see what happens? As an experiment to see if shoes can float I’m dropping the shoe, jinxing myself and sharing my bliss.
I’m sitting on the train writing this out (wireless technology RAWKS) as I chug home through the chilly dark of this early winter evening toward the best human being that I have ever met. He is perfectly flawed. He’s sweet, kind, generous, and of all things! in love with me!!!
To try and keep a long story short (that’ll be a first 
) I’ll just say that we met 5.5 years ago working at the root of all evil. He left shortly after I started to go to his current job but stayed in touch and asked me out a couple months later. I declined citing the current boyfriend’s potential disapproval of me getting involved in extracurricular activities and we settled into a safe little friendship. He became my best friend as I extracted myself from the root of all evil and continued in that position while I worked elsewhere. In October I found myself jobless again and he told me about a job at his company which I snagged post haste. Two days after starting there I realized that he was a totally cutie (although I had always known he was cute he was never cute in an inner melty kind of way to me until that moment) which I kept to myself for a month but finally blurted out in a burst of insipid babble. He reciprocated and now we’re together.
Things to note about him. He is a slob. I won’t go into details lest someone from the Health Department stumbles by but he was living the ultimate stereotypical bachelor life. ‘Nuff said about that.
He doesn’t know how to cook. He can make simple stuff like grilled cheese and basic pasta dishes but apparently scrambled eggs still escape him. If it can’t be thrown on the grill he’s borderline clueless. He used to eat a lot of frozen microwaveable dinners. ‘Nuff said about that.
He’s short. By short I mean shorter than me. Which is short. He says he’s 5′6″ but he lies. He’s 5′5 3/4″. Short. In addition to being short he’s also about as thick as a twig. He’s just recently gained enough weight that his size 30″ waist jeans no longer cling to his belt to avoid a perilous fall. ‘Nuff said about that.
He is impossibly patient with me. No matter how ridiculous or ludicrous I become he doesn’t seem to see it and loves me anyway. I’m the luckiest woman ever. ‘Nuff said about that.
