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Tumultuous week again...
My PA friend who was supposed to meet my friend from CA (boy meets girl - fall madly in love and run away together) well her exboyfriend popped back in the picture and asked her to marry him... she actually said yes... she's a fool... for 9 years this man never even introduced her to his friends... kept her like a hidden whore... my friend from CA was her first and last chance of real happiness... hey, if you make your coffin, go ahead and die in it. If I have to look at her fiance during thanksgiving - which I might have to in support of her incorrrect decision... I swear it will take every ounce of power for me not to stuff him.
In other news, Volkan asked me to marry him in a bathroom during a Turkish birthday party and a billion times after... I was too shocked to answer... that's a big question for me... later we laughed at the fact he was the first man to ask me to marry him and it was in the most unromantic place I can think of... welll... my fiesty boyfriend can remain thus until another time and place... knowing him... he'll follow me to the bathroom after dinner and ask me again ... this is his humour... I adore it.
Our communication is too be envied... on so many levels we connect and then something as simple as me leaving a voicemail on his phone saying I am finished* with work... he didn't hear correctly and thought I meant >I was saying he and I were finished... he calls all upset and fiesty... I tried to calm him down and could not...finally got his coworker on the phone and he explained the message... all is fine now...
To expedite the repair of the emotional blemish caused by the babel that is our foe, I dropped by his work and ripped him out of the room where all his fellow workers watched me with jaws dropped as I, without even a hello, grabbed him and totally kissed the living daylights out of him... the kind of kiss that can get a guy fired... we spun down the hall of his work - I wouldn't stop kissing him and everyone was looking at us... I didn't care... love and reason are sworn enemies... breathless, dizzy and looking fabulous I looked into his eyes and conveyed what my lips could not speak ... not to doubt me... I will fight for him, but he has to fight for me too... God, that was a great kiss.
I am taking great lengths to know him... to know his culture... we have fans on both sides cheering us on. I spent the day with his sister and her new baby... just knowing...learning... doing anything I can for this relationship and myself... it's a beautiful and strange culture... and maybe not all of it good. Volkan, I am even finding is strange to his own people... oh great! Leave it to me to pick em. But I love him... and like he tells me, "I love you tooooo much". We are nutz!
Next week we leave for NYC to meet my brother. Should be a blast - well, that's deep.
My PA friend who was supposed to meet my friend from CA (boy meets girl - fall madly in love and run away together) well her exboyfriend popped back in the picture and asked her to marry him... she actually said yes... she's a fool... for 9 years this man never even introduced her to his friends... kept her like a hidden whore... my friend from CA was her first and last chance of real happiness... hey, if you make your coffin, go ahead and die in it. If I have to look at her fiance during thanksgiving - which I might have to in support of her incorrrect decision... I swear it will take every ounce of power for me not to stuff him.
In other news, Volkan asked me to marry him in a bathroom during a Turkish birthday party and a billion times after... I was too shocked to answer... that's a big question for me... later we laughed at the fact he was the first man to ask me to marry him and it was in the most unromantic place I can think of... welll... my fiesty boyfriend can remain thus until another time and place... knowing him... he'll follow me to the bathroom after dinner and ask me again ... this is his humour... I adore it.
Our communication is too be envied... on so many levels we connect and then something as simple as me leaving a voicemail on his phone saying I am finished* with work... he didn't hear correctly and thought I meant >I was saying he and I were finished... he calls all upset and fiesty... I tried to calm him down and could not...finally got his coworker on the phone and he explained the message... all is fine now...
To expedite the repair of the emotional blemish caused by the babel that is our foe, I dropped by his work and ripped him out of the room where all his fellow workers watched me with jaws dropped as I, without even a hello, grabbed him and totally kissed the living daylights out of him... the kind of kiss that can get a guy fired... we spun down the hall of his work - I wouldn't stop kissing him and everyone was looking at us... I didn't care... love and reason are sworn enemies... breathless, dizzy and looking fabulous I looked into his eyes and conveyed what my lips could not speak ... not to doubt me... I will fight for him, but he has to fight for me too... God, that was a great kiss.
I am taking great lengths to know him... to know his culture... we have fans on both sides cheering us on. I spent the day with his sister and her new baby... just knowing...learning... doing anything I can for this relationship and myself... it's a beautiful and strange culture... and maybe not all of it good. Volkan, I am even finding is strange to his own people... oh great! Leave it to me to pick em. But I love him... and like he tells me, "I love you tooooo much". We are nutz!
Next week we leave for NYC to meet my brother. Should be a blast - well, that's deep.