Waiting for Eli (Manning, of course)

LaMar loves football. Specifically the New York Giants. I don't really care for sports in which I am not participating. But the Sunday game last week against Green Bay was important to him. So he offered to cuddle and snuggle with me, as well as help with cooking and cleaning....

The more time we spend together, even when one or the other of us is feeling contentious....

Things are so good, but I'm so darn lonely when he's in SF for the week and I'm stuck here, doin' the do, with work and school. I've been very adamant that we won't live together. So won't I look like a hypocrite if I want him to move here but not move in with me?

Sigh....

So I'm going to wait until after my birthday, until after the Superbowl, in order to mention anything.

Truly, Madly, Deeply: An Open Letter to LaMar

Sometimes I think about you...
or I'll tell someone about something we did together...
and this amazing happiness and warmth fills my heart

You approach life with this wide-eyed wonderment...
almost child-like, but not naive...
it makes me feel a little more innocent and
a little more loving toward the world
when I see your gut-reaction of appreciation and
excitement about the things around you

I'm actually pinching myself right now,
and there are tears welling up in my eyes
because I am so happy to know that you
love me..
just as much as I love you.

I love you LaMar.
Only you
Always you...

-Your Dorothy Marie

We See Things.... The Things We See....

I started another blog today, about things which I see in SF. I have enlisted LaMar, because we get so much joy out of making fun of the things which we see.

Due to his adorable British accent, LaMar say "I sawr this" and "I sawr that"..... so the new blog is Things We Sawr [in San Francisco]

Happy New Year, or, Things I Sawr in San Francisco

On the street, on New Year's Day, a conversation between two couples of friends, upon a chance meeting:

Male 1: Hey Jamie, I'm surprised to see you!

Jamie: Oh? HELL-ooh! Jim, I like, TOT-ally forGOT you existed? Oh.MY.God.! OH! Yeaah... you emailed me? And I like, NEV-ver replied. Like wow. This is my friend SaraH?

A literal thousand dogs, all cute and cuddly, waiting for me to abscond with one or two of them to take home.... awwww.

Lots of vacant-eye'd people, folks with babies who don't pay them attention and then turn their attention from you when you make faces at the little poppetts and then they laugh with glee.

Everyone wearing a sleeveless, black "Northface (tm)" vest. Remind me to NEV-ver buy one? A-kay, Kim-BER? Cuz I'd, like TOT-ally HATE to look or sound like EVrey one else, a-KAY?

The lady in Gap didn't really appreciate me and LaMar laughing together in the fitting room whilst trying on jeans. Seriously! I was just, like, sitting there on the bench, right? And then Oh.My.GOD! You wouldn't be-LIEVE it? He tried on JEANS! LaMar, in Jeans? Sacrilege! And then, she like, TOT-ally gave us the look of death? when we walked out of the room, right? And then we were just like "a-Kay?", right? And she was like "whatEVer" and we were like "Fine" and then we walked away.

I'm sure she was hella jealous.... :-)

Happy Birthday Baby... or Damn...Those are some good Christmas lights!

LaMar's birthday is tomorrow and he's coming to see me because I still have a cold and didn't feel like traveling this weekend. I've got a nice afternoon of movies, walks in the community rose garden (not the one-trick-pony trick rose garden), art galleries and my fav-o-rite Italian restaurant.

On another note..... Othello is on a date tonight with someone that he likes and is nice to. I went to see Bee Movie tonight at the same theater O and his date were at. No big whoop - they didn't see me. I don't really care other than that last year when I lived with him, we drove by the Christmas lights in my new neighborhood almost every night.

It seems like there were more Christmas lights last year. It all seems so melancholy to be home alone... be living alone, boyfriend lives out of town..

You know, I don't want to be with Othello. I don't think there was ever the kind of emotional fulfillment that I feel now. But then why does it feel so funky when I'm sitting here in the dark, enjoying the holiday lights in the neighborhood?