Confession # 99
Last night I figured out what it is I am really looking for… BORING.
Yesterday was really busy. I had three different events I was scheduled to attend, and all three required that I show up as a completely different personality—The dedicated mom; The hip single chick who knows her stuff about wine, but who is also a supportive friend; finally the girlfriend who listens, understands, and can actually sit through an art film and see it as real life and not some strange movie that other friends just don’t get because it is so outside the scope of their perfectly manicured worlds.
Busy day… but I was home by 10:30. My house was empty and quiet. It was nice, except something or should I say someone was missing.
HE was missing. That fabulously boring guy who is just sitting on the couch watching SportsCenter. That fabulously boring guy who says, ‘Home already? How did it go?’ than makes room for me on the couch so I can cuddle up with him. That fabulously boring guy, who wants to hear all the details, but understands that I will not say a word.
That is who was missing. Mr. Saturday night—come settle in with me, boring guy.
Okay, I don’t want him to be boring all the time. And maybe boring isn’t even the right word. I just want that guy.
You all know what I am talking about! That guy… No games, no conflict. Just easy, comfortable, simple, nice. That guy…
Yesterday was really busy. I had three different events I was scheduled to attend, and all three required that I show up as a completely different personality—The dedicated mom; The hip single chick who knows her stuff about wine, but who is also a supportive friend; finally the girlfriend who listens, understands, and can actually sit through an art film and see it as real life and not some strange movie that other friends just don’t get because it is so outside the scope of their perfectly manicured worlds.
Busy day… but I was home by 10:30. My house was empty and quiet. It was nice, except something or should I say someone was missing.
HE was missing. That fabulously boring guy who is just sitting on the couch watching SportsCenter. That fabulously boring guy who says, ‘Home already? How did it go?’ than makes room for me on the couch so I can cuddle up with him. That fabulously boring guy, who wants to hear all the details, but understands that I will not say a word.
That is who was missing. Mr. Saturday night—come settle in with me, boring guy.
Okay, I don’t want him to be boring all the time. And maybe boring isn’t even the right word. I just want that guy.
You all know what I am talking about! That guy… No games, no conflict. Just easy, comfortable, simple, nice. That guy…
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