Wet Wifey and Bad Boyfriends
I forgot how...moist the Midwest is. Really- its rained about as much in the month we've lived here as the total rainfall of Vegas over the past 2 years.
OOh- and last Friday, we were welcomed back by Madam Nature in a big way. I got home from work, and instead of picking up wifey so we could go get pizza, (we found a darn fine pizza place called Minsky's a few weeks ago, and have been itching to try go back for more) in stead of that, she suggested we watch the news cause there were tornados not too far away. I got inside and the ENTIRE map was Orange or Red. But outside was fine. then, in a hurry, it became not fine, and sirens went off and the news said where a tornado was spotted and it was where we were so mary called basement time.
She grabbed:
Shoes.
A framed photo of her father.
Water.
A Coconut Cookie.
A Blankie.
I grabbed:
Beer.
I went back up for my journals becasue I had been doing some investigation on the actual date of when we met. It was 9-9-98. or really close to that.
Even an entry on how "I didnt kiss that girl at the halloween store. even though I could have."
I was reading to her about her. more than once, she said, "whatever."
I think that;s Mary for, "yes, and I wanted you to kiss me, cause nothing gets me hotter than a guy who won't shut up about that new Star Wars movie thats coming out"
Oh! how things have changed. cause I got the girl, and I did eventually kiss her, and here we are 10 years later, and I just saw a new Star Wars movie that came out. CLONE WARS> I hope the TV show is better than the movie. I like what it set up, but I really wish G.L. would stop twisting the knife.
I think of him like a bad boyfriend here and there. One who I had REALLY GREAT times with, back in the day, when we were both younger, and in a differernt place. but then, our time ended. Sure, we kept in touch, and we always had our very special memories, and it was awesome. Then, years later, I get a message on my answering machine letting me know that he'e moving back to town and wants to get together. I couldn;t be happier, and at first, I trynot to even think about how great it;ll be, but then, after the first action figures come out, i cant resist- I jump in both feet, downloading everything I can find about his impending move back to town, I buy all his toys, and I go to the convention in Denver, where, for the sake of this increasingly poor metaphor, thousands of people have gotten together to celebrate that fact that "he's back!" And then the day finally arrives, I stand in line for hours to... go to dinner with him, and we go and i;m so delirious with joy, I dont even really taste the food. I simply know it tastes... Happy.
Then I go to dinner again and again, even leave a bar in the middle of the night to drive an hour to a diner that serves dinner every hour on the hour.
After the initial High I start to hear people tell me that he;s changed, that he;s not as hot as he usedto be, that his pants are too baggy and the jar he keeps his jars in, or as he calls it, his "Jar Jar" is a bag of shit.
I try to ignore it. I defend him. I keep the faith.
He leaves eventually, but he promises to be back in 3 years. He's true to his word, but this time, it;s more of the same, but this time, the same is worse. Again with the convention and then the dinners, and again with the defending and again with the people talling me that love has made me blind. I believe that I;m even told that I'm in love with the memory of the old boyfriend, like he used to be, and thats keeping me from really being able to see who he is today.
Could be, but I dont like the idea. Boy leaves again, promises to come back again. 3 years again, and I use that time to really think about my feelings.
and it stinks
To help me cope, I write a song about my feelings, and I finally come out and tell the boyfriend that he hurt me and made me cry and made me feel like a silly little sap and his jar of jars really is a big bag of shit like everybody said and that when he comes back again i dont want to go the same places we always go to, I wanna go somewhere fancy, where I know that he appreciates me and cares that I stuck by his side all that time and isnt going to crap on me and my loyalty for another 2 hours like he;s done twice before...
Well...
By the time he does come back, i;m over it and i really am excited because i know that he;s going to tell me the really cool story about that guy he knew who got in a super huge fight with that other guy who i know, but i only know the other guy in his current job, where he;s a hella mean boss, not back when he hung out with the first guy and was apparently pretty cool but then they fight and its crazy and my boyfriend has been promising to tell me this story for years and now he;s finally going to and he comes over and he finally does and the first hour and a half of hte story is "eh" but the last 30 minutes is FRIKKEN AWESOME and i remember why i fell in love with him in the first place cause he makes me feel like this and i love him for it and I want to stay with him forever but I know I have to let him go and I press my forehead up against the glass until I cant see his car anymore and then, 3 years later, out of the blue, he makes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
Cause he's a bad boyfriend.
OOh- and last Friday, we were welcomed back by Madam Nature in a big way. I got home from work, and instead of picking up wifey so we could go get pizza, (we found a darn fine pizza place called Minsky's a few weeks ago, and have been itching to try go back for more) in stead of that, she suggested we watch the news cause there were tornados not too far away. I got inside and the ENTIRE map was Orange or Red. But outside was fine. then, in a hurry, it became not fine, and sirens went off and the news said where a tornado was spotted and it was where we were so mary called basement time.
She grabbed:
Shoes.
A framed photo of her father.
Water.
A Coconut Cookie.
A Blankie.
I grabbed:
Beer.
I went back up for my journals becasue I had been doing some investigation on the actual date of when we met. It was 9-9-98. or really close to that.
Even an entry on how "I didnt kiss that girl at the halloween store. even though I could have."
I was reading to her about her. more than once, she said, "whatever."
I think that;s Mary for, "yes, and I wanted you to kiss me, cause nothing gets me hotter than a guy who won't shut up about that new Star Wars movie thats coming out"
Oh! how things have changed. cause I got the girl, and I did eventually kiss her, and here we are 10 years later, and I just saw a new Star Wars movie that came out. CLONE WARS> I hope the TV show is better than the movie. I like what it set up, but I really wish G.L. would stop twisting the knife.
I think of him like a bad boyfriend here and there. One who I had REALLY GREAT times with, back in the day, when we were both younger, and in a differernt place. but then, our time ended. Sure, we kept in touch, and we always had our very special memories, and it was awesome. Then, years later, I get a message on my answering machine letting me know that he'e moving back to town and wants to get together. I couldn;t be happier, and at first, I trynot to even think about how great it;ll be, but then, after the first action figures come out, i cant resist- I jump in both feet, downloading everything I can find about his impending move back to town, I buy all his toys, and I go to the convention in Denver, where, for the sake of this increasingly poor metaphor, thousands of people have gotten together to celebrate that fact that "he's back!" And then the day finally arrives, I stand in line for hours to... go to dinner with him, and we go and i;m so delirious with joy, I dont even really taste the food. I simply know it tastes... Happy.
Then I go to dinner again and again, even leave a bar in the middle of the night to drive an hour to a diner that serves dinner every hour on the hour.
After the initial High I start to hear people tell me that he;s changed, that he;s not as hot as he usedto be, that his pants are too baggy and the jar he keeps his jars in, or as he calls it, his "Jar Jar" is a bag of shit.
I try to ignore it. I defend him. I keep the faith.
He leaves eventually, but he promises to be back in 3 years. He's true to his word, but this time, it;s more of the same, but this time, the same is worse. Again with the convention and then the dinners, and again with the defending and again with the people talling me that love has made me blind. I believe that I;m even told that I'm in love with the memory of the old boyfriend, like he used to be, and thats keeping me from really being able to see who he is today.
Could be, but I dont like the idea. Boy leaves again, promises to come back again. 3 years again, and I use that time to really think about my feelings.
and it stinks
To help me cope, I write a song about my feelings, and I finally come out and tell the boyfriend that he hurt me and made me cry and made me feel like a silly little sap and his jar of jars really is a big bag of shit like everybody said and that when he comes back again i dont want to go the same places we always go to, I wanna go somewhere fancy, where I know that he appreciates me and cares that I stuck by his side all that time and isnt going to crap on me and my loyalty for another 2 hours like he;s done twice before...
Well...
By the time he does come back, i;m over it and i really am excited because i know that he;s going to tell me the really cool story about that guy he knew who got in a super huge fight with that other guy who i know, but i only know the other guy in his current job, where he;s a hella mean boss, not back when he hung out with the first guy and was apparently pretty cool but then they fight and its crazy and my boyfriend has been promising to tell me this story for years and now he;s finally going to and he comes over and he finally does and the first hour and a half of hte story is "eh" but the last 30 minutes is FRIKKEN AWESOME and i remember why i fell in love with him in the first place cause he makes me feel like this and i love him for it and I want to stay with him forever but I know I have to let him go and I press my forehead up against the glass until I cant see his car anymore and then, 3 years later, out of the blue, he makes Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
Cause he's a bad boyfriend.