64 ways to say I Love You
I've been feeling a bit down the last few days, and I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is related to what Neil has dubbed "The Chinababy Syndrome." Luckily, he bought me a big box of crayons and a nice sketchpad for Hanukkah. I mentioned this to a couple of people and they laughed, as if this were a silly present. Do Not Mock the Crayons! I adore crayons - the smooth feel of the wax transferring to the paper, and the uber-rainbow of colors. It is my ultimate personal stress relief. When I was a kid, I longed in vain for the big box of Crayolas and now, many years later, I finally have it! So, yay. The cutest part is that he told me he left himself a note months ago to do this, because he heard me going on (and on, I suspect) about how deprived I was by my parent's failure to understand that 32 Crayolas simply are not ENOUGH! :)
Last night I went out w/ a bunch of men all by my lonesome. Actually, that is not news - most of my friends are guys so it is not unusual for me to be surrounded by them as if we were in some old Hollywood musical and they were going to scoop me up and carry me around the stage. (Except that imagining my pals as chorus boys is quite a stretch even for me.) Anyway, we went to a Japanese place, which was fun. Neil had a Big Business Dinner so I had to shell out my own cash for it. Usually he carries the money and pays and in my head I pretend he is my sugar daddy even though in truth I make nearly as much as him and have a whooooole lot less debt. I'm not fooling anyone; it's just cozy. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the sucky thing was that when we divvied up the check 6 ways, we all paid $26. The guys all had hibachi steak meals and drinks, and I had green tea and the $10.99 three hand-roll sushi combo. At the time, I shrugged it off, figuring that there are times we do that and I benefit. (Plus, one guy ate only his steak and the accompanying onions, so I availed myself of his miso soup, salad and some veggies. After all these years w/ Neil, it feels absurdly intimate to snag a bite off someone else's plate.) To be honest, I still feel that way. But I'm going to vent here anyway just because I can, because I'm cranky.
Oh, yeah, and wikkywikky, your boyfriend is sooo unreliable these days! Ou sont les Netflix DVD rentals d'antan?
Grrrr. Argh.
Last night I went out w/ a bunch of men all by my lonesome. Actually, that is not news - most of my friends are guys so it is not unusual for me to be surrounded by them as if we were in some old Hollywood musical and they were going to scoop me up and carry me around the stage. (Except that imagining my pals as chorus boys is quite a stretch even for me.) Anyway, we went to a Japanese place, which was fun. Neil had a Big Business Dinner so I had to shell out my own cash for it. Usually he carries the money and pays and in my head I pretend he is my sugar daddy even though in truth I make nearly as much as him and have a whooooole lot less debt. I'm not fooling anyone; it's just cozy. Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the sucky thing was that when we divvied up the check 6 ways, we all paid $26. The guys all had hibachi steak meals and drinks, and I had green tea and the $10.99 three hand-roll sushi combo. At the time, I shrugged it off, figuring that there are times we do that and I benefit. (Plus, one guy ate only his steak and the accompanying onions, so I availed myself of his miso soup, salad and some veggies. After all these years w/ Neil, it feels absurdly intimate to snag a bite off someone else's plate.) To be honest, I still feel that way. But I'm going to vent here anyway just because I can, because I'm cranky.
Oh, yeah, and wikkywikky, your boyfriend is sooo unreliable these days! Ou sont les Netflix DVD rentals d'antan?
Grrrr. Argh.