ihop romance

he and i met months ago at denny's, i upended my drink in his lap. they still serve me in a sippy cup. we started talking at a party. he was drunk when i got there, i caught up quick. we got along, made each other laugh, and could talk for hours without realizing it. we started hanging out a ihop together frequently.

i came back from the bathroom
so he asked me if we were dating.

really, what did you say?

i said i didn't know, i didn't think so. not yet

oh. well, how do we get from where we are to there?

i believe i ask you "will you go out with me" and you say "yes"

ah.

so, i'll ask. will you go out with me?

of course!
we kissed


i am so happy with him. last night, we drove for hours, talking about everything from exes and sex to drug history to likes and dislikes to families and jobs. it's great.

*redefining 10 every day*

the list

well folks, the list is actually up to sixteen!
(this is mostly for my own records)

mike b.
anna r.
wade c.
ilana g.
jon b.
chris h.
nick k.
travis c.
tim v.
tiffany
adam w.
tony s.
david p.
aaron w.
mike s.
steven p.
adam g.

that's a lot of people!!
hoorah?

us monsters

i find it interesting that i know of two people like me, who at some point in their relationship honestly no longer give a damn about their significant other. sometimes this leads to break up, other times it just leads to a horribly unsatisfying relationship.
careful thought a while ago made me realize that while i was very happy with quite a few of my exes, i actually loved very few of them. alex was of course my first true love and i will never forget him or get over him.
funny, most of the ones that heard the words "i love you" were being lied to, whether i realized it or not. the only recent one i probably truly loved was adam, and even then not at the time when i said it. if he ever grows up, he'll make some lucky woman an excellent husband. i really do wish the best for him, including a wife that won't cheat on him again and again, stable employment, and the mentality befiting a man of his age.

perhaps the reason i can't love them is because i collect them like stray cats and i feel i have to fix or care for most of them. ever-destined to be the mother.

well, here's to us heartless bastards; us monsters have to stick together.
i love you wade and aj, maybe we'll figure it out one of these days.