YES! My honey is back and I couldn't be happier. This reunion went MUCH better then last time, with the two of us bestowing much love and affection on each other ASAP! We even had a very cleansing giggle fest while sitting in the restaurant eating dinner. Our `host' and waiter was the strangest guy I've ever been waited on by. With the black hair, white pancake makeup, manicure, and jewelry he looked like Edward scissor hands, only about 100 lbs heavier! While at dinner my sweetie gave me a present he had bought for me while he was away. It was incredibly romantic and thoughtful! No, it wasn't flowers or chocolate or anything like that. It was a Palm Pilot Vx!! Just like I used to have when he first met me! All charged up and ready to play with and preset with the first note written saying "I love you"
As I already had a GPS attachment from my old Palm we spent Saturday and Sunday tooling around playing "Where am I now?" And trying this new game called geocaching. (www.geocaching.com) Great fun and a perfect gift. I showed it off to all my friends at work, who were all appropriately impressed.
I did note one very strange thing over the weekend. I felt VERY insecure at times. I can't really explain it now, because it's gone, but I do know I had a few moments where I had to say to N "reassure me!" He did and as I said, I'm over it now.
I do have on story I want to relate in more detail:
What is up with these guys who can't seem to grow up? Friday night while on my way to the above mentioned rendezvous I stopped at the local quick mart to pick up a diet soda. As I was pulling in, a corner of my mind noted a car pulling in next to me, but I didn't really pay much attention. I went inside, picked up my soda, paid and followed the driver of aforementioned car out the door. I was chuckling to myself about the scene that had just unfolded inside in which a tourist was trying to get directions from an obviously EXTREEMLY drunk patron. Perhaps it was the smile on my face that prompted what happened next, because as this guy is getting into his car (parked next to mine) he says "Nice Bug."
Now this left me a little puzzled and bemused as I drive a 2001 New Beatle, and while I love my car dearly I would never consider it "Nice" after all they're a dime a dozen. As I was mentally brushing off that compliment with a `does not compute' marker the guy gets in his car and as he drives away adds, "By the way, I was kidding!"
Now, I have already noted that I hold no illusions as to the `coolness' of my car, but that set me back for a second. It certainly was a WTF!? moment. I mean what was the point? Was my smile an offence to him and he decided that it was his mission to remove it? It reminded me to pointedly of something that happened to me in Jr High.
It was my first day at a new school and I was nervous, as would be expected. For some reason the music teacher was allowing the kids to hold a dance during her class (I had moved to the area near the end of the school year) and that was making my anxiousness even worse. To my surprise this good-looking guy came over and asked me "Do you want to dance?" I was surprised and yet excited, here I was, the new girl, and someone had asked me to dance for the first time EVER! I followed the guy to the center of the room at the same time noting another couple making their way onto the dance floor. The four of us intersected and both guys looked at each other, and then at us and said, "Ok, dance!" and then walked away laughing hysterically.
Needless to say I was humiliated, and Friday night I had the feeling that I was supposed to feel something similar as that "I was kidding" was shouted at me. But, I've matured since then. I have a better handle on what I am, and what I'm not. If this guy's intention was to belittle me in some way, he failed because you see, as he drove off I noted the condition of HIS vehicle. It was a `Classic' bug, but WHAT a POS! Body thrashed, looking as if it was covered in spray paint, and barely running. So instead of leaving me hurt and humiliated, all the loser managed to do was make me laugh more. Still, I have to wonder, what makes people DO stuff like that?
Posted by parttimemom
at 9:51 PM PDT