26 Aug 2009
11:15 am
Well, I'm happy to say that I'm back from my brief foray into navel gazing. I've concluded that my relationship is more than the sum of it's parts, none of which do well under the microscope. Fine, I'll admit it. Not one aspect of my thing with Bloke stands up to scrutiny. Not his job, not his schedule, not our dissimilar life-goals, and don't even get me started about his hair. But honey, you've got to believe me when I tell you that it works with a capital W. The guy puts a motherfucking spring in my motherfucking step. OK? His mere presence tames my frizz, puts a wicked gleam in my eye, and makes my Virginia write long, flowery love letters on quality card stock that she (luckily) never sends but keeps in a leather bound box under her bed.
So for now at least, I am vowing not to pick apart the loveliness that is our summer bliss out. Soon enough (OK like tomorrow) it will be mid-September and he will be leaving again for God only knows how long. Here's to squeezing every last drop out of August and an amazing relationship that totally blows on paper.
