Okay, so I haven't been very good at posting lately. It seems that being busy with O is a lot more satisfying than venting on my blog.
Two things I keep forgetting to mention:
1) The day that I decided to date O, as I've said in the past, was a kind of bad day for me. It seems that everything bad was happening at once, and I just needed a friend. I called O and went over to his house. As I pulled in the driveway, the REO Speedwagon song was playing "I can't fight this feelin' anymore"...
2) We went for a walk in his neighborhood at midnight, and watched the full moon. Someone had a lisence plate that said "FERE NOT". Funny, eh?
So two signs for the price of one? Yeah.
Anyways my weekends have been so busy lately - today we went and got snow pants for snowboarding. As soon as I learn, I'll take a picture to prove it!
Peace out, Danger Mouse!
--Dot.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Sure I Understand... but where does that leave me now?
The weekend was a roller-coaster. It was good, it was a little bad, and I'm thoroughly confused at where to go from here.
Othello took me to meet his folks. They were very nice, quiet, and polite. He was concerned that his dad would "oogle" my body, so he suggested that I wear a blazer. It was fine, but we virtually had to "have words" before he explained that he just didn't feel close to his father and didn't trust him to not make a fool out of himself in front of me.
It was also nice getting to know his friend Holland - someone whom he dated, but did not have any sparks with... they are essentially best friends, and she's a riot, as are her friends. And they like me (yay!).
On Sunday, we went to the Bay Area for a concert. I've always heard the best way to get to know someone is to travel with them. He's fine to travel with, but Othello had, what I can only refer to as an "explosion" when we were readying to leave the concert.
Someone prevented us from joining a line to get free stuff. He proceeded to flip them off, curse at them, and generally go off like a 12 year-old. Impressive? Not so much. I can't figure out if he was trying to "protect his woman" or if he's really a stark-raving-lunatic?
-- okay, coming back to this post over a week later...
I hated that antisocial behavior, but at the same time, what can I do about it? Watch and observe. A few things over the past several days have irked me. But the difference between O and everyone else? I can talk with him. He can talk with me.
We've each confronted eachother about separate things over the past few days, and our communication lines are wide open. Othello is on notice regarding his behavior at the concert... but what else can I do to figure it out?
Othello took me to meet his folks. They were very nice, quiet, and polite. He was concerned that his dad would "oogle" my body, so he suggested that I wear a blazer. It was fine, but we virtually had to "have words" before he explained that he just didn't feel close to his father and didn't trust him to not make a fool out of himself in front of me.
It was also nice getting to know his friend Holland - someone whom he dated, but did not have any sparks with... they are essentially best friends, and she's a riot, as are her friends. And they like me (yay!).
On Sunday, we went to the Bay Area for a concert. I've always heard the best way to get to know someone is to travel with them. He's fine to travel with, but Othello had, what I can only refer to as an "explosion" when we were readying to leave the concert.
Someone prevented us from joining a line to get free stuff. He proceeded to flip them off, curse at them, and generally go off like a 12 year-old. Impressive? Not so much. I can't figure out if he was trying to "protect his woman" or if he's really a stark-raving-lunatic?
-- okay, coming back to this post over a week later...
I hated that antisocial behavior, but at the same time, what can I do about it? Watch and observe. A few things over the past several days have irked me. But the difference between O and everyone else? I can talk with him. He can talk with me.
We've each confronted eachother about separate things over the past few days, and our communication lines are wide open. Othello is on notice regarding his behavior at the concert... but what else can I do to figure it out?
Friday, September 15, 2006
Have YOU Ever Tried It?
Pilates my friend. Pilates on the Reformer maschine.
Every.muscle.in.my.body, I feel them. Not unlike menstrual cramps, the ones in my belly. I'm informed that I'll be a lean, mean girly-maschine when I get to the advanced classes.
Hot Damn.
Anyways, it was Othello's idea for us to join this class at our gym (yes, the same gym for which we had to sign a waiver that we were legally married and responsible for eachother's financial issues).
We're going to see Gnarls Barkley (ala Crazy) in Golden Gate Park this weekend. Plus I'm meeting the folks. Yes, his folks. Othello told me that it's not a big deal, me meeting his parental units. But I beg to differ....
Peace.
Dot.
Every.muscle.in.my.body, I feel them. Not unlike menstrual cramps, the ones in my belly. I'm informed that I'll be a lean, mean girly-maschine when I get to the advanced classes.
Hot Damn.
Anyways, it was Othello's idea for us to join this class at our gym (yes, the same gym for which we had to sign a waiver that we were legally married and responsible for eachother's financial issues).
We're going to see Gnarls Barkley (ala Crazy) in Golden Gate Park this weekend. Plus I'm meeting the folks. Yes, his folks. Othello told me that it's not a big deal, me meeting his parental units. But I beg to differ....
Peace.
Dot.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Slip of the Tongue...
Good weekend. Othello and I have gotten into the habit of falling asleep at eachother's houses. It's totally chaste, but reeks of seriousness in a way that can't even be put into words. We're committed to getting to know one another, to letting our feelings develop for real.
He is a man that I am proud to say I've fallen in love with. And yet over the weekend, we continued to bite our tongues rather than admit that fact. Whether it was being burned one too many times, or just good old fashioned common sense and not wanting to say it without the return sentiments, we were both stubborn to the extreme.
On Saturday, he picked me up for lunch and we ate, then ran errands. While I finished up my shift on the duty desk, Othello went over and chatted with his mom, let her know he was dating me, it was "serious" and so on....
*visitor alert* the Chinese consolate is in the building and taking my picture as I sit here and type!
*visitor alert*
We skirted around the L-word issue all day... until later in the evening when there was a Freudian slip. He said "blah blah blah... that's why I married you.. blah blah ohmigod that's why I'm dating you..." (He married me? I know that's what I heard). Then I gave him this look - a look that Jayleigh used to give Rob back when they were first married. A look that, if observed by spectators, would make everyone want to leave the room and go take a shower! He said "what's that look mean?" As though he knew that I was thinking to myself "I love you I love you I love you I love you!"
I casually leaned over and whispered "If you don't know, then I'm not gonna tell you" He blushed and said "Oh, I know".... It wasn't until about 5 hours later when he stubbornly asked if I was going to force him to say it.... "IT?" I asked...
"That I'm falling in love with you"
I said "Oh, I'm already in love with you... in fact, Othello, I love you"
"Oh Dorothy, I love you so much!"
On Sunday I brought over the makings for banana pancakes, and while I was making them in Othello's tiny 1930s kitchen, sang the Jack Johnson song "Banana Pancakes" . As we headed out for coffee a while later (for me, he drinks cocoa only), I said "I can't believe I married a guy as stubborn as myself"... Oh god... "I can't believe I'm dating a guy as ..." He broke in "I heard you the first time, Dot, and I liked it. Sounds good... sounds right."
Oh.my.goodness. So is it totally weird that we were talking about how big my dad's hands are, and then he asked me my ring size? Was it a weird coincidence?Is this really happening? I'm really in love with a nice, honest, hard-working, smart, talented, interesting, cute, loving man! Othello.... Othello.... what are you thinking of? Swoon
Peace.
Dot.
He is a man that I am proud to say I've fallen in love with. And yet over the weekend, we continued to bite our tongues rather than admit that fact. Whether it was being burned one too many times, or just good old fashioned common sense and not wanting to say it without the return sentiments, we were both stubborn to the extreme.
On Saturday, he picked me up for lunch and we ate, then ran errands. While I finished up my shift on the duty desk, Othello went over and chatted with his mom, let her know he was dating me, it was "serious" and so on....
*visitor alert* the Chinese consolate is in the building and taking my picture as I sit here and type!
*visitor alert*
We skirted around the L-word issue all day... until later in the evening when there was a Freudian slip. He said "blah blah blah... that's why I married you.. blah blah ohmigod that's why I'm dating you..." (He married me? I know that's what I heard). Then I gave him this look - a look that Jayleigh used to give Rob back when they were first married. A look that, if observed by spectators, would make everyone want to leave the room and go take a shower! He said "what's that look mean?" As though he knew that I was thinking to myself "I love you I love you I love you I love you!"
I casually leaned over and whispered "If you don't know, then I'm not gonna tell you" He blushed and said "Oh, I know".... It wasn't until about 5 hours later when he stubbornly asked if I was going to force him to say it.... "IT?" I asked...
"That I'm falling in love with you"
I said "Oh, I'm already in love with you... in fact, Othello, I love you"
"Oh Dorothy, I love you so much!"
On Sunday I brought over the makings for banana pancakes, and while I was making them in Othello's tiny 1930s kitchen, sang the Jack Johnson song "Banana Pancakes" . As we headed out for coffee a while later (for me, he drinks cocoa only), I said "I can't believe I married a guy as stubborn as myself"... Oh god... "I can't believe I'm dating a guy as ..." He broke in "I heard you the first time, Dot, and I liked it. Sounds good... sounds right."
Oh.my.goodness. So is it totally weird that we were talking about how big my dad's hands are, and then he asked me my ring size? Was it a weird coincidence?Is this really happening? I'm really in love with a nice, honest, hard-working, smart, talented, interesting, cute, loving man! Othello.... Othello.... what are you thinking of? Swoon
Peace.
Dot.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Sleepless in DC....
My trip to Baltimore was awesome. It was great to see Francine again, and to meet her husband again, and sister-in-law. Her hubby lost 140 lbs since the last time we met. It was quite awesome, all the hard work he's put into himself.
Tropical Starm Ernesto, a power outage, Chinatown, the National Zoo, Annapolis, shopping with my best friend, midshipmen, and the National Art Gallery (Can you say Dutch Painters?).... They live right on Chesapeake Bay. It was semi-nirvana.
Othello called every night to "tuck" me in. The farther I got from him, the sharper my feelings came into focus. We've been spending tons of time together and upon my return, he gave me a rose (albeit with an apology "Sorry these weren't your favorite flower - I forgot what it is... what is it? I won't forget next time").
Last night, I was hopped out on allergy medication. Sacramento is the allergy armpit of the state. Three times I stopped myself from saying "I love you"... I do. But I still stopped myself from saying it because he claims he's "not really sure if he knows how to love"...
Anyways.... come Alicia Keys... bring it on home....!
--Dot. (falling in and out of love with Othello)
Tropical Starm Ernesto, a power outage, Chinatown, the National Zoo, Annapolis, shopping with my best friend, midshipmen, and the National Art Gallery (Can you say Dutch Painters?).... They live right on Chesapeake Bay. It was semi-nirvana.
Othello called every night to "tuck" me in. The farther I got from him, the sharper my feelings came into focus. We've been spending tons of time together and upon my return, he gave me a rose (albeit with an apology "Sorry these weren't your favorite flower - I forgot what it is... what is it? I won't forget next time").
Last night, I was hopped out on allergy medication. Sacramento is the allergy armpit of the state. Three times I stopped myself from saying "I love you"... I do. But I still stopped myself from saying it because he claims he's "not really sure if he knows how to love"...
Anyways.... come Alicia Keys... bring it on home....!
--Dot. (falling in and out of love with Othello)
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