Life is good.
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eee1313I've come to realize that the better my life gets, the worse things get for my friends. At least, that seems to be the case when it comes to relationships. I am a dating succubus. Heh.
First off, on Friday night the Scientist wanted to go out but I declined because a) I was supposed to hang out with BJ, and 2) I wanted to hang with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fava_bean instead. When I explained the situation with fava (diagnosed with Celiac disease, we were going out for one last gluten-laden dinner), the Scientist was all supportive and stuff. Then he offered to make gluten-free food to bring to my Halloween party just for her. Um, he doesn't even know fava, and yet he's offering to do nice things for her. Who is this guy? Seriously, do guys this nice actually exist, or is this all some kind of ruse to suck me in? I'm simultaneously flabbergasted and overjoyed.
Anyway, after work on Friday my friend Krista and I met fava at the Halloween store on Monroe between Clark and Dearborn. They both tried on costumes (I'm recycling mine from last year) and fava ended up buying one. The three of us had a lot of fun at the store, cracking up over all the too-short costumes. After that Krista went home, and fava and I went next door to the Italian Village for dinner. It was very good, and the conversation was great. It was nice to do something girly with her. All we needed were mani-pedis and we would have had a perfect girls' night out. Then we went back to her house to hang out, drink her last Mike's Hard Limeades, and play with her cat and stinky dog. It was a good night. We called it quits early-ish, because the next day was fava's grandmother's funeral, and I knew it would be a long day for her.
After fava's grandmother's funeral on Saturday, I took off straight for the Scientist's place. His friends were having a bonfire last night and had invited him and me, and he wanted to make me dinner beforehand. I stopped on the way and got a pecan pie from Baker's Square (pecan pies are his favorite ["would you like to partake in my pecan pieeeee?"]), and arrived at his place almost exactly when I said I would. I changed out of my funeral wear and we sat down for dinner. Red pepper and garlic marinated pork loin over a bed of cheese ravioli with cheese bread and marinara sauce, spiced apple cider, and berry tea and fresh strawberries for after-dinner. Can we say "yum?" His place smelled really good. From there we hung out a bit, then decided to go to his friend's house for the bonfire. Warning: TMI ahead. Before we left I used the bathroom and discovered that my period had started two days early. WTF, body? WTF? Seriously, I'm on the Pill to help with cramps and stuff, and I'm not supposed to get it until Monday. Isn't that the point of changing the pill cycle, to control when you get the damn thing? Of course, since I wasn't expecting this until Monday, I didn't have anything with me. So embarassing. So I had to tell the Scientist that I needed to stop at the drugstore, and he was all "Big deal, it happens. Remember, I have two sisters. I don't care." So yeah, embarassing for me, but having him be so cool about it was great. He dropped me off and I ran into the store to pick up stuff. When I got to the register he was there, buying a Fannie May dark chocolate bar. He handed it to me and told me he thought I could use something sweet to make the situation better. OMG. The Scientist for the win! Seriously.
We got over to his friend's house to find that only she (Kelly) and another girl (Shannon) were there. So we sat around in the kitchen talking and drinking the Scientist's homemade apple liquor. So. Good. One by one his friends started showing up. He was a bit hesitant to do the party in the first place, as he'd recently been on the outs with several of his friends, and also because they're a bit different from him. I'm not trying to say anything derogatory about them, but there is a bit of a difference between him and them. While the Scientist put himself through college and grad school, most of this group either only did two years or dropped out. There's nothing wrong with that at all, but I can see where the Scientist might feel a bit awkward amongst them, seeing as how he's a scientist and all, and most of his friends have relatively blue collar jobs. Again, nothing wrong with that at all. But I think he feels a bit ... ostracized, perhaps? ... from the group since he's moved on past that part of his life. Plus, he's at least two years older than the majority of the group, which has earned him the nickname of "Old Man." I'm sure that doesn't help ease the rift. (Then again, if he's the Old Man and I'm the GWeezer, maybe this is a perfect match! Joking.)
Anyway, it was a bit odd at first seeing as how he himself hadn't seen the majority of the group since before we started dating. But everyone was very friendly and nice, and SO funny. It was his friend Brian's birthday, and this guy Adam showed up dressed as Cartman from South Park and sang happy birthday as loudly as he could in a spot-on Cartman voice. So hilarious. Maybe you had to be there. No less than three guys had to spit their drinks out in the sink due to laughing too hard, and one guy had Jack Daniels come out his nose. Can we say "ouch?" This was also the same guy who later decided to light the bonfire with gasoline and burned off all the hair on his right hand and the right side of his face. Good thing he already shaved his head bald. So the night was either spent hanging out in the kitchen drinking, or out in the back yard watching the guys build the bonfire. I've never before been to a party where the guys had such a forthright display of machismo: all of the logs for the firewood were too big for the fire pit, and so the guys took turns splitting the logs with giant axes. Seriously. That was weird. The Scientist and I ended up staying until around 10:30, at which point he was looking a bit anxious or out-of-place or something, so I suggested we take off if he wanted. Which we did.
We went back to his place to find four squad cars and an ambulance in the parking lot. Weird. We went inside and had pie, and watched the first half of From Dusk Till Dawn. But then someone started shouting his name outside the window, which was kind of freaky. It turns out there's a guy directly above him with the same name, and some dude with a dog was outside shouting for his friend. Or possibly calling the guy out. Who knows. We shut the window and he assured me his apartment complex is normally not that crazy. Oh well. At least there weren't teenage boys banging on the windows or something. I ended up crashing at his place because it was late and I had been drinking, and we spent a really nice night together. You know, about as good as a night can get when your period surprises you two days early. This morning he had to get up to head to work at 10:30, so he got up and made me breakfast. Kind of weird to sit around his kitchen table eating cereal and leftover strawberries... I showered there (and burned my feet on the SUPER HOT water) and when I went to get dressed realized I needed a clean shirt. He gave me one of his, which just makes me all kinds of happy. I've never gotten to wear a boyfriend's clothes before! This is neat. He was all dressed up nicely for his weekend job, in a dress shirt and tie, which is all kinds of cool. Not that he dresses like a slob, but I've never seen him look so nice. Yay.
When I got in my car to leave, I noticed the clock read 9:01, not 10:01. WTF. So I called the Scientist, asking him what time HIS car clock read. There was dead silence, followed by an "Oh, shit." It turns out yesterday there had been a power outage in his apartment complex, and he must have set his alarm clock off a watch that he hadn't worn since the last time change. Thus, we were an hour ahead of schedule. D'oh! Which also explains why when we showed up at Kelly's party, there were only four of us. D'oh! D'oh! Yeah, we're smart. So he had me follow him to a nearby restaurant, where we had a second breakfast (just like hobbits!) and sat around and talked for another hour. He explained just what exactly it is that he does, which is something that's actually pretty handy to know, since people keep asking. Then we chatted a bit about his friends from the night before, college, and plans for the week ahead. He took off to go to work and I went to the nearby Target to do some shopping. I picked up some supplies for the Halloween party and tried to find a gift for my friend Debbie's birthday, but I'm at a loss. I'll have to call her later today when she gets back from Jacksonville. (That's Jacksonville, Illinois, not Florida.)
So I gotta say, I know I'm probably really annoying with all of this. "Blah blah, my boyfriend is SO GREAT! He can COOK, and he wears TIES, and he buys me CHOCOLATE when he takes me to buy tampons!" But y'all, you have to understand that I've never really had this before. In college there was Tony, who was really nice and all (until he turned out to be a crazy selfish guy who made me totally uncomfortable and ashamed of myself for even dating him), but it was a college relationship. It was going out for cheap takeout and watching videos or James Bond movies. And for the past who knows how many years it was on-again, off-again with BJ, but never really stating that anything was even going on between us. That really screwed me up, honestly, leaving me thinking that not being demonstrative was the norm, and that it was okay for the guy not to openly express whether or not he even cared. I know I haven't been dating the Scientist that long, but he's just exactly what I want in a boyfriend. He treats me so well, he listens, he wants to know my friends, he gives me little gifts for no reason, he calls and talks way too late and then doesn't get enough sleep at night, he's supportive, he's all congratulatory to my sister on her new baby... It just makes me so happy. And moreso, I want to make him happy. I want to do nice things for him, and tell him I care about him and that being with him makes me so incredibly happy, and give him support when he's feeling weird around his friends or something. I want to know what it is he does at the lab all day, and what his favorite Impressionist artist is, and just... This really is just so amazing. I really want this to last. I know this is still the "honeymoon phase" of the relationship, but it's just so good. Oh, and we're officially exclusive. Last night I told him that my eHarmony account would renew in a few days, and I was wondering if it was okay with him if I dropped it. I mean, I'm not using it to meet other guys anymore, I'm just using it to e-mail with him, which I can do for free elsewhere. And also, it's not cheap. So he was all "By all means!" So he knows it's just me and him, which makes me all kinds of happy.
It's so weird. He was talking last night about his house up in Michigan (it's actually the family's old farmhouse, but it's been promised to him and he's the one with the keys) and how much I'd love it. We joked about going up there for a weekend before, and then the joke turned a bit serious, but mentioning it again? Like, I think he really wants to take me up to his boyhood home. o_O. Y'all, this is WEIRD. Is this actually getting serious this quickly? God, I hope this all doesn't fall apart. Because he's really just the most amazing guy, and I want him to stick around.
And to end this on a completely random note, my apartment is COLD, yo. Turn on the radiators, bitches!
First off, on Friday night the Scientist wanted to go out but I declined because a) I was supposed to hang out with BJ, and 2) I wanted to hang with
fava_bean instead. When I explained the situation with fava (diagnosed with Celiac disease, we were going out for one last gluten-laden dinner), the Scientist was all supportive and stuff. Then he offered to make gluten-free food to bring to my Halloween party just for her. Um, he doesn't even know fava, and yet he's offering to do nice things for her. Who is this guy? Seriously, do guys this nice actually exist, or is this all some kind of ruse to suck me in? I'm simultaneously flabbergasted and overjoyed. Anyway, after work on Friday my friend Krista and I met fava at the Halloween store on Monroe between Clark and Dearborn. They both tried on costumes (I'm recycling mine from last year) and fava ended up buying one. The three of us had a lot of fun at the store, cracking up over all the too-short costumes. After that Krista went home, and fava and I went next door to the Italian Village for dinner. It was very good, and the conversation was great. It was nice to do something girly with her. All we needed were mani-pedis and we would have had a perfect girls' night out. Then we went back to her house to hang out, drink her last Mike's Hard Limeades, and play with her cat and stinky dog. It was a good night. We called it quits early-ish, because the next day was fava's grandmother's funeral, and I knew it would be a long day for her.
After fava's grandmother's funeral on Saturday, I took off straight for the Scientist's place. His friends were having a bonfire last night and had invited him and me, and he wanted to make me dinner beforehand. I stopped on the way and got a pecan pie from Baker's Square (pecan pies are his favorite ["would you like to partake in my pecan pieeeee?"]), and arrived at his place almost exactly when I said I would. I changed out of my funeral wear and we sat down for dinner. Red pepper and garlic marinated pork loin over a bed of cheese ravioli with cheese bread and marinara sauce, spiced apple cider, and berry tea and fresh strawberries for after-dinner. Can we say "yum?" His place smelled really good. From there we hung out a bit, then decided to go to his friend's house for the bonfire. Warning: TMI ahead. Before we left I used the bathroom and discovered that my period had started two days early. WTF, body? WTF? Seriously, I'm on the Pill to help with cramps and stuff, and I'm not supposed to get it until Monday. Isn't that the point of changing the pill cycle, to control when you get the damn thing? Of course, since I wasn't expecting this until Monday, I didn't have anything with me. So embarassing. So I had to tell the Scientist that I needed to stop at the drugstore, and he was all "Big deal, it happens. Remember, I have two sisters. I don't care." So yeah, embarassing for me, but having him be so cool about it was great. He dropped me off and I ran into the store to pick up stuff. When I got to the register he was there, buying a Fannie May dark chocolate bar. He handed it to me and told me he thought I could use something sweet to make the situation better. OMG. The Scientist for the win! Seriously.
We got over to his friend's house to find that only she (Kelly) and another girl (Shannon) were there. So we sat around in the kitchen talking and drinking the Scientist's homemade apple liquor. So. Good. One by one his friends started showing up. He was a bit hesitant to do the party in the first place, as he'd recently been on the outs with several of his friends, and also because they're a bit different from him. I'm not trying to say anything derogatory about them, but there is a bit of a difference between him and them. While the Scientist put himself through college and grad school, most of this group either only did two years or dropped out. There's nothing wrong with that at all, but I can see where the Scientist might feel a bit awkward amongst them, seeing as how he's a scientist and all, and most of his friends have relatively blue collar jobs. Again, nothing wrong with that at all. But I think he feels a bit ... ostracized, perhaps? ... from the group since he's moved on past that part of his life. Plus, he's at least two years older than the majority of the group, which has earned him the nickname of "Old Man." I'm sure that doesn't help ease the rift. (Then again, if he's the Old Man and I'm the GWeezer, maybe this is a perfect match! Joking.)
Anyway, it was a bit odd at first seeing as how he himself hadn't seen the majority of the group since before we started dating. But everyone was very friendly and nice, and SO funny. It was his friend Brian's birthday, and this guy Adam showed up dressed as Cartman from South Park and sang happy birthday as loudly as he could in a spot-on Cartman voice. So hilarious. Maybe you had to be there. No less than three guys had to spit their drinks out in the sink due to laughing too hard, and one guy had Jack Daniels come out his nose. Can we say "ouch?" This was also the same guy who later decided to light the bonfire with gasoline and burned off all the hair on his right hand and the right side of his face. Good thing he already shaved his head bald. So the night was either spent hanging out in the kitchen drinking, or out in the back yard watching the guys build the bonfire. I've never before been to a party where the guys had such a forthright display of machismo: all of the logs for the firewood were too big for the fire pit, and so the guys took turns splitting the logs with giant axes. Seriously. That was weird. The Scientist and I ended up staying until around 10:30, at which point he was looking a bit anxious or out-of-place or something, so I suggested we take off if he wanted. Which we did.
We went back to his place to find four squad cars and an ambulance in the parking lot. Weird. We went inside and had pie, and watched the first half of From Dusk Till Dawn. But then someone started shouting his name outside the window, which was kind of freaky. It turns out there's a guy directly above him with the same name, and some dude with a dog was outside shouting for his friend. Or possibly calling the guy out. Who knows. We shut the window and he assured me his apartment complex is normally not that crazy. Oh well. At least there weren't teenage boys banging on the windows or something. I ended up crashing at his place because it was late and I had been drinking, and we spent a really nice night together. You know, about as good as a night can get when your period surprises you two days early. This morning he had to get up to head to work at 10:30, so he got up and made me breakfast. Kind of weird to sit around his kitchen table eating cereal and leftover strawberries... I showered there (and burned my feet on the SUPER HOT water) and when I went to get dressed realized I needed a clean shirt. He gave me one of his, which just makes me all kinds of happy. I've never gotten to wear a boyfriend's clothes before! This is neat. He was all dressed up nicely for his weekend job, in a dress shirt and tie, which is all kinds of cool. Not that he dresses like a slob, but I've never seen him look so nice. Yay.
When I got in my car to leave, I noticed the clock read 9:01, not 10:01. WTF. So I called the Scientist, asking him what time HIS car clock read. There was dead silence, followed by an "Oh, shit." It turns out yesterday there had been a power outage in his apartment complex, and he must have set his alarm clock off a watch that he hadn't worn since the last time change. Thus, we were an hour ahead of schedule. D'oh! Which also explains why when we showed up at Kelly's party, there were only four of us. D'oh! D'oh! Yeah, we're smart. So he had me follow him to a nearby restaurant, where we had a second breakfast (just like hobbits!) and sat around and talked for another hour. He explained just what exactly it is that he does, which is something that's actually pretty handy to know, since people keep asking. Then we chatted a bit about his friends from the night before, college, and plans for the week ahead. He took off to go to work and I went to the nearby Target to do some shopping. I picked up some supplies for the Halloween party and tried to find a gift for my friend Debbie's birthday, but I'm at a loss. I'll have to call her later today when she gets back from Jacksonville. (That's Jacksonville, Illinois, not Florida.)
So I gotta say, I know I'm probably really annoying with all of this. "Blah blah, my boyfriend is SO GREAT! He can COOK, and he wears TIES, and he buys me CHOCOLATE when he takes me to buy tampons!" But y'all, you have to understand that I've never really had this before. In college there was Tony, who was really nice and all (until he turned out to be a crazy selfish guy who made me totally uncomfortable and ashamed of myself for even dating him), but it was a college relationship. It was going out for cheap takeout and watching videos or James Bond movies. And for the past who knows how many years it was on-again, off-again with BJ, but never really stating that anything was even going on between us. That really screwed me up, honestly, leaving me thinking that not being demonstrative was the norm, and that it was okay for the guy not to openly express whether or not he even cared. I know I haven't been dating the Scientist that long, but he's just exactly what I want in a boyfriend. He treats me so well, he listens, he wants to know my friends, he gives me little gifts for no reason, he calls and talks way too late and then doesn't get enough sleep at night, he's supportive, he's all congratulatory to my sister on her new baby... It just makes me so happy. And moreso, I want to make him happy. I want to do nice things for him, and tell him I care about him and that being with him makes me so incredibly happy, and give him support when he's feeling weird around his friends or something. I want to know what it is he does at the lab all day, and what his favorite Impressionist artist is, and just... This really is just so amazing. I really want this to last. I know this is still the "honeymoon phase" of the relationship, but it's just so good. Oh, and we're officially exclusive. Last night I told him that my eHarmony account would renew in a few days, and I was wondering if it was okay with him if I dropped it. I mean, I'm not using it to meet other guys anymore, I'm just using it to e-mail with him, which I can do for free elsewhere. And also, it's not cheap. So he was all "By all means!" So he knows it's just me and him, which makes me all kinds of happy.
It's so weird. He was talking last night about his house up in Michigan (it's actually the family's old farmhouse, but it's been promised to him and he's the one with the keys) and how much I'd love it. We joked about going up there for a weekend before, and then the joke turned a bit serious, but mentioning it again? Like, I think he really wants to take me up to his boyhood home. o_O. Y'all, this is WEIRD. Is this actually getting serious this quickly? God, I hope this all doesn't fall apart. Because he's really just the most amazing guy, and I want him to stick around.
And to end this on a completely random note, my apartment is COLD, yo. Turn on the radiators, bitches!
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Date: 2006-10-15 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-15 08:18 pm (UTC)Seriously, if I get annoying about this, I expect you all to tell me to tone it down. Because I will, I promise.
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Date: 2006-10-15 08:49 pm (UTC)*sisterhood in sappy boyness*
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Date: 2006-10-16 01:15 am (UTC)*stern look*
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Date: 2006-10-16 02:27 am (UTC)Speaking of which, I so need to figure out a costume. My previous plan has gone astray. Thankfully just astray, not ashtray.
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Date: 2006-10-16 02:40 am (UTC)And yes, he'll be at the eepWeen. I've already warned him about being bombared with all of my friends at once, but he seems up to the challenge so far. Poor guy. He doesn't know what he's in for.
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Date: 2006-10-16 08:47 pm (UTC)Keep sharing!
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Date: 2006-10-25 09:58 pm (UTC)Snerk.
I'm so happy for you, eepers. You deserve a guy who buys you chocolate and cooks and wears ties and doesn't freak about tampons. And you deserve to be more than a little giddy about it.
Mind you, you still have to introduce him to Dee.