You got a lot of money but you can't afford the freeway…
Thought I might prove just how globally warm it’s gotten by attending a Nats game Saturday with the illustrious Mr. England. It was my first time in the new stadium, and while it’s a graceful display of architecture, the gameplay was anything but. Thought we might squeeze by with one of the most boring shows in MLB history after the Nats had been slammed by the Giants 10-1 the night before, but we held our breath for an almost equally embarrassing disaster:
The Giants pulled out a grand slam + two more runs in the eighth inning, and with yet another thunderstorm brewing after a week of tornados, even the loyalists booed and got the f out.
But it was a good night with England. Despite getting showered on (it was warm at least, and we were both wearing white *grin*), getting lost ON THE METRO (yeah, nearly impossible), and other random silliness, it was probably one of my favorite nights we’ve spent together. We bicker. A lot. But I think after three years we’ve found our boundaries, and it sort of clicked for me Saturday how much I respect and admire him. He's self sufficient and together and I guess I kinda little L love him.
The storm clouds peaced out so we made it to Nellie's, where E had never been, and we spent about two swampy hours there surveying things. Ran into a guy from my high school, the tall/handsome/sweet/everything you could possibly want type. We bump into each other a couple times a year, and it’s funny because there’s this disarming intimacy to our conversations, even though they last for less than five minutes. It’s just very cool when you see an acquaintance and don’t feel like you have to front. When they can flat out tell you “no, things haven’t been so great, but I’m working on it.” I hate when people aren’t working on it.
Meanwhile, I think my sister has become my new hag. We spent most of Sunday going over mutual boy troubles. I love that she's older now and we can talk each other’s heads off. Admittedly, I’ve been beating myself up. I’m holding so much anger toward myself and my ex, because while I believe we’re both good people, I am not okay with the fact that I let him get away with his behavior for so long. In retrospect, he treated me really poorly, and I hate dwelling on that. I’m not impatient to make another mistake, but it would be nice to have a distracting crush, to have someone to be excited about and to dress up for and just be sweet. Maybe it will just land in my lap while I'm focusing on other priorities.
Along those lines, I got some hot running shoes and I’ll be hitting the office gym to break up my day, so clearly in no time I’ll be irresistible to all men who like short creative guys. Right? Right.
Oh and my mom thinks she's pregnant. Good lord.
The Giants pulled out a grand slam + two more runs in the eighth inning, and with yet another thunderstorm brewing after a week of tornados, even the loyalists booed and got the f out.
But it was a good night with England. Despite getting showered on (it was warm at least, and we were both wearing white *grin*), getting lost ON THE METRO (yeah, nearly impossible), and other random silliness, it was probably one of my favorite nights we’ve spent together. We bicker. A lot. But I think after three years we’ve found our boundaries, and it sort of clicked for me Saturday how much I respect and admire him. He's self sufficient and together and I guess I kinda little L love him.
The storm clouds peaced out so we made it to Nellie's, where E had never been, and we spent about two swampy hours there surveying things. Ran into a guy from my high school, the tall/handsome/sweet/everything you could possibly want type. We bump into each other a couple times a year, and it’s funny because there’s this disarming intimacy to our conversations, even though they last for less than five minutes. It’s just very cool when you see an acquaintance and don’t feel like you have to front. When they can flat out tell you “no, things haven’t been so great, but I’m working on it.” I hate when people aren’t working on it.
Meanwhile, I think my sister has become my new hag. We spent most of Sunday going over mutual boy troubles. I love that she's older now and we can talk each other’s heads off. Admittedly, I’ve been beating myself up. I’m holding so much anger toward myself and my ex, because while I believe we’re both good people, I am not okay with the fact that I let him get away with his behavior for so long. In retrospect, he treated me really poorly, and I hate dwelling on that. I’m not impatient to make another mistake, but it would be nice to have a distracting crush, to have someone to be excited about and to dress up for and just be sweet. Maybe it will just land in my lap while I'm focusing on other priorities.
Along those lines, I got some hot running shoes and I’ll be hitting the office gym to break up my day, so clearly in no time I’ll be irresistible to all men who like short creative guys. Right? Right.
Oh and my mom thinks she's pregnant. Good lord.