what have I got to do
So there I was after I got out from work, talking to Hope, pretty much on schedule with every day in my life right after I get off of work. And we were discussing everything as per, also, usual. The surprise-awesome end to my work day. Her meandering through Walgreens, handling the end of appointment stuff. Everything. Nothing. Everything. Nothing. The way of everyday miraculousness.
And we get to her asking me what I'm doing tonight, so I start my drawl about how there is this wine tasting I could go to tonight. My heart only half in it, but not quite out my mouth for why, when she says, "I supported you going out to Pride, but, for tonight, I vote Fringe." (Which we've been watching together.)
I laughed, before I totally went on to explain why I'd already pretty much sold myself on staying home all night. (I have four massive trips in the next ten weeks with massive bills, and so spending money, even $20 unplanned for, really isn't on my docket.) But even after she hung up, I was smiling. Forever. At the road, and the traffic, and the nothing everything hot Texas afternoon.
Sometimes it really is the most perfect thing in the world to hear your girlfriend, who supports all these million things you do, even at the immediate spur of the moment sometimes, even before the logical reasoning you've come up with, just instantaneously, affectionately, possessively, say, what amounts to, "No. Mine now."
And we get to her asking me what I'm doing tonight, so I start my drawl about how there is this wine tasting I could go to tonight. My heart only half in it, but not quite out my mouth for why, when she says, "I supported you going out to Pride, but, for tonight, I vote Fringe." (Which we've been watching together.)
I laughed, before I totally went on to explain why I'd already pretty much sold myself on staying home all night. (I have four massive trips in the next ten weeks with massive bills, and so spending money, even $20 unplanned for, really isn't on my docket.) But even after she hung up, I was smiling. Forever. At the road, and the traffic, and the nothing everything hot Texas afternoon.
Sometimes it really is the most perfect thing in the world to hear your girlfriend, who supports all these million things you do, even at the immediate spur of the moment sometimes, even before the logical reasoning you've come up with, just instantaneously, affectionately, possessively, say, what amounts to, "No. Mine now."