RUMFS
So I've got an hour or so to kill.
I spent all of Sunday, the last part of Saturday, and the beginning of this morning with Bill at the Rutgers Marine Field Station. It was a fairly wonderful time. The frustration from the night before had dissipated or at least expired.
I showed up with some Magic Hat (great) and Longboard (not so great). We drank while he taught me how to fish (I caught one!) and then drunkenly made and consumed pizza while and watched the end of the first film in Grindhouse, had oodles of sex, and fell unconscious.
The next day, we made eggs and ate some of the [moderately fantastic] hummus I made. Then we went kayaking. My first time. It was madly fun, despite my previous fears of flipping over in a kayak and downing while upside-down [scientifically proven to be much worse than drowning in any other direction]. We ended the night with wonderful Chinese food.
Bill and I are an interesting couple to me. He's the most normal boyfriend I've ever had in that he's not stricken with any kind of neurosis or antisocial personality disorder and, accordingly, we don't connect on some darker plane like I did with Lech and Kevin (differing cases, of course). It's weird for me. But it doesn't stop there. He's like, Super Awesome Not-Crazy Boyfriend Man in that he's not so normal that he's boring; he's in fact that honest, caring, intuitive core wrapped up in witty, adventurous, and against-the-flow boyfriend who never goes stale and only exists in stupid dramedies. I hadn't imagined myself with someone like Bill since I was a pre-teen, give or a take a couple years, mostly because his kind tended not to make itself obvious or easily found or anything more than folklore.
I'm not saying he and I are going to be together forever. But this is working out, really well. Our interaction is still fresh. It's still new to me. I'm still invested. His becoming local didn't diminish the value of moments I have with him. To see us part ways with each other, you'd think the more appropriate setting would be an airport. Maybe it's because we're still used to our "Goodbye"s being very sad. I don't know. You'd think me a softy, too, though, if you saw me.
....hah. Frasure's been texting me this whole time. Apparently shit's hitting the fan at his school, Colorado State University since the editor of the school's paper posted a four-word editorial in 100 point text in response to some recent goings on. The article read "Taser this: FUCK BUSH"
Hah, well look at that.
Here's a link, and one from Fox News, for posterity (lolzies). There's all sorts of talk about Bush Derangement Syndrome and whatnot. I'm loving this.
I've got another ten minutes. What to talk about...
I think Lech and I are getting together on Thursday night, if not the night before. I'm looking forward to it. We seem to still have a lot to talk about in catching up. I hope we find a bar or something that proves not to kill my will to communicate with other beings altogether.
I was thinking in class today about whether or not there's need to be anxious for any reason. You know, they way one might consider what he or she is wearing when meeting up with an old friend. But hah... to be blunt, dude's seen me naked. It's not really going to matter.
That's one of the funny things about reconnecting with an ex as friends, I guess. It made me wonder if this is something typical of relationships. Are Kevin and I going to be friends again one day? Maybe after Bill. Maybe there's an every-other-boyfriend effect: During my relationship with my third boyfriend, my first and I are able to establish friendship again. As I move to a fourth, Kevin and I will be pals again.
Hah. I enjoy making myself smirk.
Alright, time's up.
I spent all of Sunday, the last part of Saturday, and the beginning of this morning with Bill at the Rutgers Marine Field Station. It was a fairly wonderful time. The frustration from the night before had dissipated or at least expired.
I showed up with some Magic Hat (great) and Longboard (not so great). We drank while he taught me how to fish (I caught one!) and then drunkenly made and consumed pizza while and watched the end of the first film in Grindhouse, had oodles of sex, and fell unconscious.
The next day, we made eggs and ate some of the [moderately fantastic] hummus I made. Then we went kayaking. My first time. It was madly fun, despite my previous fears of flipping over in a kayak and downing while upside-down [scientifically proven to be much worse than drowning in any other direction]. We ended the night with wonderful Chinese food.
Bill and I are an interesting couple to me. He's the most normal boyfriend I've ever had in that he's not stricken with any kind of neurosis or antisocial personality disorder and, accordingly, we don't connect on some darker plane like I did with Lech and Kevin (differing cases, of course). It's weird for me. But it doesn't stop there. He's like, Super Awesome Not-Crazy Boyfriend Man in that he's not so normal that he's boring; he's in fact that honest, caring, intuitive core wrapped up in witty, adventurous, and against-the-flow boyfriend who never goes stale and only exists in stupid dramedies. I hadn't imagined myself with someone like Bill since I was a pre-teen, give or a take a couple years, mostly because his kind tended not to make itself obvious or easily found or anything more than folklore.
I'm not saying he and I are going to be together forever. But this is working out, really well. Our interaction is still fresh. It's still new to me. I'm still invested. His becoming local didn't diminish the value of moments I have with him. To see us part ways with each other, you'd think the more appropriate setting would be an airport. Maybe it's because we're still used to our "Goodbye"s being very sad. I don't know. You'd think me a softy, too, though, if you saw me.
....hah. Frasure's been texting me this whole time. Apparently shit's hitting the fan at his school, Colorado State University since the editor of the school's paper posted a four-word editorial in 100 point text in response to some recent goings on. The article read "Taser this: FUCK BUSH"
Hah, well look at that.
Here's a link, and one from Fox News, for posterity (lolzies). There's all sorts of talk about Bush Derangement Syndrome and whatnot. I'm loving this.
I've got another ten minutes. What to talk about...
I think Lech and I are getting together on Thursday night, if not the night before. I'm looking forward to it. We seem to still have a lot to talk about in catching up. I hope we find a bar or something that proves not to kill my will to communicate with other beings altogether.
I was thinking in class today about whether or not there's need to be anxious for any reason. You know, they way one might consider what he or she is wearing when meeting up with an old friend. But hah... to be blunt, dude's seen me naked. It's not really going to matter.
That's one of the funny things about reconnecting with an ex as friends, I guess. It made me wonder if this is something typical of relationships. Are Kevin and I going to be friends again one day? Maybe after Bill. Maybe there's an every-other-boyfriend effect: During my relationship with my third boyfriend, my first and I are able to establish friendship again. As I move to a fourth, Kevin and I will be pals again.
Hah. I enjoy making myself smirk.
Alright, time's up.