I think Bear woke me last night after a day of thanking my lucky stars for being so blessed to have her in my life and I have this feeling that I mumbled something insanely stupid.
And now I am up, alert, energized, dealing with aggravating customer service departments over the phone wanting to kick innocent and helpless inanimate objects… only ceasing to do so for fear that in a confrontation between my toe and the wall I won’t come out on top… and I am overwhelmed with this unreasonable desire to sneak under the covers with her and smother her face in kisses, even if she is wearing *yawn* flannel pajamas.
Now that’s more like it.
Oh well, off to Starbucks to purchase a hot rich large dark roast coffee to calm down; 600 mg of caffeine should do the trick.
* New as in it’s been going on for 33-years!
Filed under: Christoph
Who should call me tonight after 3+ years, but Kerry, the woman I refer to poignantly here? (See the heading: “What Would It Feel Like to Awaken Massive, Steamy, and Irresistible Passion in Your Love?”)
The first half was a warm, utterly amazing talk with a dear friend. I want to use the term magical. However, instead it was mystical: an engaging connection with someone I love in a deep central and remembered part of my truest self.
The second half was the usual silliness of talking about politics (we disagree).
Silly because I’m a dolt for getting into it!
Water and wine don’t mix and some things are best left to stating a clear opinion and then talking about the weather. Which was fabulous today.
Some great news: Kerry has a beautiful new son in addition to her gorgeous and charismatic daughter (whom I met… she has an out-of-this world lively spirit and one of my deepest regrets in life is misplacing a cartoon picture she drew me).
Every time I talk to her, Kerry’s got a new child! Hey, I just noticed that.
Kerry, wherever you are, realize that I do love you very much each and every day since I met you. We have a connection of souls. It’s a sign of how much I care for you that we can see the world so differently… and I still adore you.
Call me sometime – before the decade’s out!
Filed under: Friends
Now that the big day has passed (Singles Awareness, Relationship Surprise, or Married Celebration Day depending on your perspective) I am still left with a sense of awe and gratitude.
- Awe: when I walk around my apartment seeing in every nook and corner yet another beautiful and well-thought gift, book, letter, card, or Mylar monkey balloon [which almost 2-weeks later is still floating happily to my right as I type these words from my office – I being such a Spartan fellow that I decided to turn my place into a “bachelor apartment” with an office (the bedroom) rather than the typical 1-bedroom setup].
- Gratitude: as I find myself taking unplanned breaks while I do my chores just staring for a longish moment into Bear’s eyes… at her picture that I just hung up beside my bed.
I should have done this when I moved in, but wasn’t sure where I wanted it. I placed it on my dresser, but the frame I have it in is only good for putting on a wall… not standing up. I realize now that the right place for it is where I can see it.
Okay, well I’m way too tired to keep writing and I have a busy day tomorrow starting with helping my sister set up her computer, which I have too much recent experience with since I screwed up not one, not two, but three Windows installations recently on my own.
I have better taste in women than I do in operating systems it seems! (Actually, Windows can be great – I truly messed it up! When Windows warns you not to edit a file, please don’t.)
As I said to the cute and perky grocery cashier tonight when she asked me how am I doing:
“I’m doing great!”
“Well, actually, I’m not.” She asked why and I said, “Windows”.
She kind of looked at me like I was crazy for a second, asked what kind of windows, and I said, “Windows, problem… put those two words together and what kind must it be?”
She figured it out and smiled again: “Oh right, Microsoft.”
Filed under: Bear, Technology
Filed under: Bear
When you said you were disappointed in me a couple nights ago because we were talking and I had to make a phone call, I wasn’t going to call Tabby, my English Muslim lesbian friend.
I needed to call a Perth florist to see why my online order of a teddy bear (get it, your nickname is “Bear”?), a red rose, and chocolates wasn’t going through.
And when you kept on pressing me to tell you what I was thinking, this is why I didn’t tell you.
From the Florist’s Website:
Hugs and Kisses Basket
The Message: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bear!”
I didn’t stop wanting to be with you because of this. I just didn’t particularly want to talk to you at the time when you insisted on ending our conversation, despite my asking you to stay. That’s why I didn’t answer your phone calls, emails, and text messages for a while that night.
Filed under: Bear
The following post, or the subject, is secret between the two of us.
We are talking about something now as I write this, which I consider to be the key dividing moral personal decision many of us face (or choose to face) in the free world. And of course, she fulfills my every desire and expectation about her and goes way beyond it.
I love her because she is so much fun to be around, I love her because of her character and who she is, but I’m in love with her because of a combination of the two.
Filed under: Bear, Christoph
We were talking on Skype a few hours ago, Jacqui asked me to “kiss” her and she knows I kiss silently like ordinary people and don’t like to make the huge smooching noises she loves. So I put this graphic up on my Skype profile and she really liked this image for some reason.
Then it hits me like an aircraft engine whacking you in the head when you’re out for your morning jog. It’s obvious that she’s thinking of, wanting, and fantasizing about other men that way because I don’t even have hair on my head. I need a hug.
Filed under: Bear
Thanks to a little piece of software that more and more people are discovering, I was able to listen to Bear fall asleep today and breath deeply.
She was making the sweetest little noises… and talking to herself. I don’t know what she was mumbling… she sounded happy, content, and peaceful.
She must have been thinking about me.
We just started using Skype. This should save like a gazillion dollars a month and make it more feasible to see each other. I hear there’s a way to add a Skype button to a blog.
Let’s go find it!
Filed under: Bear
I’ve just irrevocably deleted photos from ex girlfriends – not those with long-term nostalgic sentiment or with whom I’m sincere and genuine friends with like one who commented anonymously on this blog and that I’d gladly introduce Jacqui to – the ones that were, well, naughty.
Jacqui, don’t let it go to your head… I only deleted those photos because you’re sexier than they are.
No other reason.
(Now, if you play nice with me, I won’t post the beer glass photo.)
Filed under: Friends
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