cell phone etiquette - postponed

Current mood: stoked

Okay – it's true – I haven't been especially attentive to my blog in the past days... uh weeks. Thanks Jen and Dave for pushing my fingers to the keys.

I had a funny blog all lined up to write... about people who talk on their cell phones in the bathroom stall (there's a woman who does this regularly at work and I find it comical... during the act, during the flush, and even doing the shoulder-to-ear thing while she washes her hands).

And while my motivation for this blog still exists, it's being displaced by an even stronger vector in my world of motivation. So instead of annoyingly humorous bathroom-conversationalists, I am just going to write about what's on my mind right now... and has been for 33 days.

The fact is... one month ago, my world sorta flipped. Things that weren't, now are. Moments I saw in my dreams, I now see with my eyes open. Words are spoken, thoughts are expressed, looks are exchanged and the gentlest of touches are amazingly powerful forces.

Thirty-three days ago all of these occurrences came to exist... slammed into my being... sent me spiraling and my head soaring.

You see, a friend, a buddy, a pal, a sparring partner, my regular Friday-night rendezvous and Epcot cohort... well, he became so much more.

He touched my face, my lips, my fingers and ultimately my life.

And since then, even the smallest of gestures results in giant flip-flops of the ole ticker.

He challenges me, inspires and motivates me. (to take his king, to hit more Z-targets, to file through my mental thesaurus and one-up him)

He makes me laugh. He laughs at the stupid things I do... which also makes me laugh. He calls me out on dim-witted moves I make or silly jokes... which again makes me laugh. (anyone willing to share some clever jokes I can use to shock and awe him with my sudden wit?)

He calls my dreadful habits cute. (guess I can keep biting my nails for now)

When we're in public, he has absolutely no reservations about holding my hand. He understands me. He seems to read my face. He tells me what he's feeling or thinking and doesn't make me guess. He likes my dog. (potential deal breaker, you know)

We like a lot of the same things (except fish-n-chips) and he has aspirations that are in line with my own.

Even when the humidity has victoriously attacked my curls and the rain has washed away my makeup, he tells me I'm beautiful. (keeping the boy away from the optometrist)

Daily, I get emails or texts just to say he's thinking of me and that he can't wait to see me. Once, while I sat right next to him in the car, he sent a text with one word – "pretty." (gotta love technology)

He doesn't like to play games. (but he'll give you a run for your money at checkers)
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And the best part of it all? He's still my friend.
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So... yeah, that's why I've been MIA for the past month. My mind has been preoccupied. But I promise the sappy writing is done (for now) and I'll post regular blogs... and the first thing I think I'll touch on is cell phone etiquette – rule 1 – If I am on the phone with you and I hear a flush...