Happy Tuesday. Or is it Wednesday? I know I dipped out on y’all for a while. Apologies. I don’t even have a good reason. I’ve been writing so much that I was blocked from writing this blog. It’s kind of ironic because this is literally a blog about a whole lot of nothing so it’s kind of funny when I can’t think of anything to write because I should literally be able to come up with a whole bunch of nothing. So I guess I will just try to catch you up on what has been going on.
I met Flea Market Guy’s mom on Saturday. We spent the day helping her do some household chores. Mostly, he did. I just watched and carried a few boxes and shined a couple silver mirrors. He did all the manual labor. And he was good at it. Which kind of took me by surprise. I’m not sure why I didn’t assume that he would be good at fixing things and building things. Maybe because that’s not the kind of job he has and I always think that those who tinker with household chores usually make it a career. It’s an unfair assumption, I know.
I’m sure there are plenty of guys in many professions who are handy. I blame it on my keen ability to pick guys who can’t build shit, fix shit, or do shit. But I’ve gotten over that hump and apparently, my radar for amazing men has finally kicked in because this guy is exactly that.
He’s also out of town for the next two weeks for work. So now that we’ve spent all this time together, we get to spend a bunch of time apart. Today is Valentine’s day and we won’t get to spend it together. I’m kind of happy about that because I think he was feeling pressured to go out of his way and do some big grand gesture and I’m more of a “fuck the commercialized holidays” kind of girl. So, now, I don’t have to worry about it. He did mention it. And then he apologized that he wouldn’t be here to do something. So I was finally able to assure him that I really didn’t want to celebrate that holiday anyway. And that we should use this as the premise for all Valentine’s days to come (because I’m convinced he will be around for many more to come). No celebration. A complete and utter denial of the holiday. And then when the restaurants are clear and the only love that is in the air is our own, we can go celebrate on Arbor day or one of his other favorite holidays. I think he is in agreement with it. At least for now.
So he’s gone until the 23rd-ish of February. He just left yesterday. And it already seems like he’s been gone a month. We haven’t even known each other for a month. I guess if I’m being honest, I’m glad he’s gone because it showed me that I’m not as much of a hardass as I claim to be. I’m usually an “out of sight, out of mind” person. It’s been the case for many years and many men. With FMG, I’m definitely in the “absence makes the heart grow fonder” category. I am already counting down to when he gets back. But it’s not an unhealthy longing. It’s just an “I miss his face and his laugh” kind of longing. But he’s called me and we talked and laughed and it’s basically like he is right around the corner.
I don’t want to jump the gun and say I think he’s the one, but I think he’s the one. I just want to put it out in the universe so a year from now or ten years from now, I can tell him, I totally knew.
And if I’m being honest, I really did know he was special the day he walked out of the flea market to meet me. There was just something in his face that screamed: “you’re in trouble, miss.” And I am.
I know I’ve thought that before. And I’ve been utterly wrong. So I’m only about one foot in, but if I was going to dive in headfirst. I’d pick him. I’d definitely pick him.
And since I’m planning on keeping him, I may give him a real name soon. Or maybe Flea Market Guy should stick to avoid any confusion.
I’ll think about it.