Being better than terrible
02/26/2006
In the 48 hours since I received the call on Friday after work, I spent a total of 21 of those hours on the phone with Bruce.
He and I talk. About stuff. For hours (clearly).
I’ve pushed him out of his comfort zone, which is approximately 3 square inches. He has a hard time answering questions about sex. It’s not the idea or the act of sex, it’s that he’s not okay with talking about sex. Which if you know me, or have ever read my blog, you know that I talk about sex (vaginal, anal, oral) and I use words that make sailors blush (pussy, cunt, whore), often all in the same conversation. Not hugely problematic, but still enough of a ding ding that makes me take notice of the lack of verbiage on the subject. He knows enough to know the pieces that he needs to know so there is a knowing that makes me at least reassured that it can be done, even if it can’t be discussed. And to be honest, the end of the weekend saw him being able to speak of the nether nethers without blushing (and I totally heard him blush over the phone)
He’s okay with a lot of the things that he knows, and as I am just about exposed as can be on my blog, he’s been informed of the to and fro that defined my last year. He’s not okay with a few things, but those are things that can be changed. I am not too worried. I can quit any time (spoken like a true user).
Ahhhh, but the talking, endless talking. Talking. Talking. Talking.
There is something to be said for talking.
He doesn’t live in Boston (what else is new?). Now the talk is about the visit. Time and money to collide in such a way as to converge on a date and place. Then the beyond because the time limit is 6 to 12 months. Thresholds being what they are, he and I will meet ours sooner or later (sooner) and it’s funny, because I think the decision has already been made. Certain certainties are such that we acknowledge the realities and what they mean.
So, being vague, as I am, things are looking…not terrible. In fact they are better than terrible.
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So, what was the big ?
And I think you are putting it to far in the future, If he is interested and I will bet he is he wil find a way to visit before that. Hell Greyhound is 35$ to most places and so what if he only has 3 hours with you till he has to get back on the bus for 48hrs he will do it at least once if he knows your waiting.
As one of the strange folks in the world who had a LDR and made it work to the point she eventually packed her self up and drove from Tx to Maine, it can be done.
But I visited her many times first, and I found a way.
The future reference was more about the final decision about whom was to move where. The time line for a visit is probably about 6 weeks. The intense vacation time suckage that was two days trapped in Denver and then a few weeks ago I had a big bad thing that needed me to remain within two feet of an accessible bathroom facility (there was no leaving the house those two sad days. Where was I? Oh yeah.) has left me with no vaca time. Oh and v. short on fundage due to the extreme cash suckittude that was Vail.
The big bad really made me sad (fun with rhymes). He asked me if I was really into him because of the potential for a DIY project. He wanted to know if I liked him based on the fact that I could perform a mini social experiment on him. Ouch. I kindly informed him that I was not that altruistic. I wouldn’t bother to date him, rather send him to a personal shopper and frickin life coach. They could film a TLC pilot out of it and everyone would be happy.
I kind of played it off and told him how silly it was for him to suggest such a thing, but it kind of annoyed me. Now, being many hours later, he’s more comfortable in the idea that someone as great as I would deign to speak to such a lowly creature. We still have to work on his frame of reference as he still believes that I subside somewhere between out of his league and way out of his league on the Official How Geeky is the Guy Chart.
That withstanding, I think the similarities are enough and my big ol’ personality is enough to overcome his negativitude.
Hm. Well if you do decide to convert him into a DIY project, I recommend painting him bright green. Hard to remain too negative about things when you look like Kermit the Frog.
Actually, I think he is partial to orange spray paint.
* Sorry FOB, you’ve been updated to a name I find more tolerable than Friend of Bruce. Please don’t hate me. I just like to be all knowing and stuff. Now, where did I leave that heart, there’s a lion up in here looking for one. I don’t know, maybe he’s hungry or something…
Love, Some Girl