If only major relationship revelations....
....didn't have to come from watching an episode of That 70s Show.
So. Mike and I are sitting on the couch the other day, I'm working to try and finish another knitting project (Himalyan Arm Warmers. Classy.), and the tv's running. It's the episode where Eric reads Donna's diary. I know, I know, it's cheesy, but it's a sitcom and it applies to the story I'm trying to tell. Pipe down.
So as the show winds down, I'm sort of fidgeting and thinking of the Not Honest thing I did a while back. Where I went and looked at Mike's LJ. Cause...I dunno why. Cause LJ has that handy function where you can look up someone's journal by their AIMname! Cause I have no self control, even though I specifically refrained from giving him MY journal info so that he wouldn't read the ooshygooshy stuff I wrote about him back when I was doing my very best impression of a 7th grader with her first crush. Cause I'm a Bad Person.
And I resolve to tell him. Because I'm all about the honesty, this go round. It's easier, not telling lies, really. Less effort. You don't have to think about the answers to any questions such as "Have you seen this movie that may or may not give you indie status" because you may have lied about it, 6 months back. Um. I used to do this. I'm just sayin. I've grown out of it, tho. So I try never to lie. Anyone I've ever told that I play the violin, I'm coming out now to say that it's not true. Sorry.
So I turn to him and say "Mike. I've got something to tell you." and do. And he sits there for a moment and I babble on about how he hasn't updated in a year anyway and so it's not as if I've ever read anything about myself which is, of course, what I was looking for and I'm really sorry for invading his privacy and being a hypocrite, but really, when you think on it, I'm invading privacy that's a year old and....he looks at me.
And says "Em. I've got something to to tell you."
Sneaky sneaky bastard!
So. Mike and I are sitting on the couch the other day, I'm working to try and finish another knitting project (Himalyan Arm Warmers. Classy.), and the tv's running. It's the episode where Eric reads Donna's diary. I know, I know, it's cheesy, but it's a sitcom and it applies to the story I'm trying to tell. Pipe down.
So as the show winds down, I'm sort of fidgeting and thinking of the Not Honest thing I did a while back. Where I went and looked at Mike's LJ. Cause...I dunno why. Cause LJ has that handy function where you can look up someone's journal by their AIMname! Cause I have no self control, even though I specifically refrained from giving him MY journal info so that he wouldn't read the ooshygooshy stuff I wrote about him back when I was doing my very best impression of a 7th grader with her first crush. Cause I'm a Bad Person.
And I resolve to tell him. Because I'm all about the honesty, this go round. It's easier, not telling lies, really. Less effort. You don't have to think about the answers to any questions such as "Have you seen this movie that may or may not give you indie status" because you may have lied about it, 6 months back. Um. I used to do this. I'm just sayin. I've grown out of it, tho. So I try never to lie. Anyone I've ever told that I play the violin, I'm coming out now to say that it's not true. Sorry.
So I turn to him and say "Mike. I've got something to tell you." and do. And he sits there for a moment and I babble on about how he hasn't updated in a year anyway and so it's not as if I've ever read anything about myself which is, of course, what I was looking for and I'm really sorry for invading his privacy and being a hypocrite, but really, when you think on it, I'm invading privacy that's a year old and....he looks at me.
And says "Em. I've got something to to tell you."
Sneaky sneaky bastard!