Parlez Vous Francais? What Would You Say? or Love in the Slow Lane

Jac's mama' arrived from Montreal about 2 hours after my flight from Detroit. He tells me that he "has custody" of her for the next 3-5 months. His genuine surprise occurred when I said "good for you"! instead of "Your mother will be staying with you for 5 months???" Later in the night, he offered for me to teach mama' English and she can teach me Francais.

We shared some Montreal beer at my place, a short drive to the old part of town, and a semi-embarrassing experience when we both wore the same exact shade of red shirt. A fine-dining French restaurant that I didn't know existed, a martini on the rocks, sans olives, foie gras, wine, caprese salad, smoked duck, filet minon, port and two gran marnier soufflés with raspberry sauce on top.

A walk around the boardwalk, holding hands, talking about the past, about the future, about kids, parents, expectations... short drive to my house, two more hours of talking... now snuggling on the chaise in the most non-sexual, but also the most respectful and most romantic in present history.

More talking, some South Park, more snuggling, and I walked him out to his car. What impressed me the most is that Jac suggested that we take things "really slow".

Why is being shown respect the greatest thing that's happened to me in months? Why is it that not being treated like a piece of sexual meat even registers on my radar? No matter what the answer... I can tell you that I like being Jac's innocent princess.

Lucky Thirteen

So what? It's Friday the 13th. Big whoop, right?

My dad never wanted us kids to be superstitious...so he told us that since everyone else was having a bad day.... today was our LUCKY day (all of that bad luck has to balance out somewhere, right?).

I got up today and felt cheery and bright. It's hard to quantify how, other than that I miss my family in all it's idiosyncrasies.

"Even if that's all You were meant to do in this relationship..."

Oh Please, Mom!

I couldn't believe it the other day when I told her how proud I am of Othello going to see his folks every weekend since we've been dating. She said something like "Even if that's all that this relationship was meant to be..." or "Even if that's all you were meant to do in this relationship, it would have been worth it just to get Othello to see his parents every week."

Need I say more? Really. My relationship with Othello continues to grow in ways I've never expected, and my mom already put it on the burnin' pile! She did the same thing with M.W.... and that's why I'm concerned - not that she doesn't like O, but that she sees something that is going to sabotage our relationship in the near future, and she doesn't tell me yet.

My eyes are rolling all the way from here to Timbuktu.