Posts under ‘Lurve/Luff/Like’
Cornered wrong
Origami of Apology
You make me stronger
All day I
carry a
secret
I wouldn’t
know how to
reveal.
Rate-A-Date: Cade
Occupation: Corporate dude at an investment bank/my boyfriend
Making love work
Making love work. It can be read two ways. You’d think that something that can be so easy shouldn’t require concentrated effort, but sometimes it does. Six months into my current relationship, Cade and I have just recently been to the point where we’ve both thought that life might be easier single.
Six months is the blog post anniversary, right?
This is a big week for Cade and me.
In the work realm, Cade started a managerial position within his company yesterday, while I start teaching at the new school tomorrow.
It’s on our side
Time springs up behind me, puts its sweaty (clock) hands over my eyes, and leaves me to guess.
3:00? 4:00? 5:00?
First times
Even when I’m dating someone I feel I could have known forever, I still find myself wanting to celebrate all of our first events as a couple. For instance, Cade and I dated a few months before we ever saw a movie together. It was the screening of an independent film in Brooklyn. I will always celebrate it as our first time sitting in the dark for an hour and a half watching the flickering silver screen together. Or how about the first time we ever ordered a pizza or took a picture together? Each time, I marvel at the event. The mundane becomes magical with him.
Putting my vomit where my mouth is
Cade has long suspected I might be a fraud.
Is it possible for one person to really publicly vomit as much as I have claimed to? How could tsunami-sized waves of nausea come and go so spontaneously? You’d think that if I really hurled that often - in so many environments and on such diverse innocent bystanders - that I’d have permanent congealed gobs o’ barf on my clothes and in my hair.
The Big Three
In her blog, Kelly Kreth has documented her progress with the Big Three for years. Single women in NYC, Kreth espouses, are constantly fighting for the Big Three - the job, the apartment, and the man. It is rare to possess all three at once, and almost certain that you can’t hang onto all of them for long.
