Such-A-One is a Renaissance Man. I told him so and he denied it, so I listed for him all the things he does well. They are as follows (and probably a bunch I couldn’t even think of at the time):
~ Personal training
~ Physical fitness
~ Rock climbing
~ Ultimate Disc
New Friends Vs. Old Friends
I was telling my favorite 30 year-old man yesterday that I feel myself at a place in my life that I only crave to be with people who already love me. At this point, I said, I just feel even less interested in making new friends. Perhaps this is me getting older. I just want to be with people who I know will love me no matter what.
On another note, lately I have been sick. That same 30-year-old man I mentioned above, has a habit of affectionately calling me a sick-denyer. By that he means when I’m sick I won’t admit it, i.e. I deny that I’m sick. Yesterday we were in his living room with his two dogs, Ramona and Karen, talking about my sick-denying. I said to him, “I just don’t want to be a wuss.”
He looked at Ramona and Karen, laying there asleep, and quipped, “Girls, do you care if Eva’s a wuss?” He then turned to me and shared the verdict, “Eva, none of us care if you’re a wuss.”
I thought that was super.
I got hurt playing soccer last night — happily, only a sprained ankle, though I’m on crutches for the time being.
But getting crutches was not the big event of last night.
It was Such A One, who:
- literally, carried me to his truck from the soccer field
- took me to the hospital
- carried me into the ER
- sat with me in my hospital room
- held my hand
- took me home
- bought me pain-killers (cause I didn’t want to use the pain-killer prescribed by the Doc)
- got a cab to go back to the soccer field and drive my car home
- took out my trash and picked up my apartment for me, cause I had left it in a hurry and in disarray
- was just the best friend and help ever
Well, frankly, sometimes I just want it to be easier.
This summer I worked really hard and long hours, and things went really well.
Now, I’m working really hard, really long hours, and things are not going well.
And it doesn’t help at all that I am so tired. I hate getting You-Forgot-Such-And-Such-emails. I wish I could just respond, “No, I did not forget it. I just can’t do everything.”
Thank goodness for the 26 succulent, wonderful hours at home in Ohio with Such A One. It was really, really great to be at home in the peaceful serenity of my childhood home with my parents and Such A One. While we were there, I kept commenting to Such A One how quiet it was.
That’s the upside, so I’ll end on that.
Long time, no see.
Let’s see… do I have anything to say?…
I play Ultimate.
I play soccer.
Such-A-One is the Shiz Whiz.
Working 60+ hours a week again, but hopefully only until August-ish.
Oh, ran into Pickle Man the other day. Totally random.
Playing with kids 25 hours a week, and by “playing” I mean: playing, breaking up fights, encouraging good behaviors, providing consequences for bad behaviors, playing lots and lots of baseball and basketball, high-fiving, dancing/showing my “moves like Jagger,” etc.
I’m watching the Lord of the Rings movies a lot lately.
Going to spend the weekend with Best Friend R, Her Husband, and Such-A-One at a lake in a few weeks.
I eat a lot of fruits and nuts.
I think a lot about swimming.
He is still so awesome.
Can’t believe it’s been nearly a year (next month).
What a wonderful man. There is so much I appreciate.
What would you do if you were a girl and you – out-of-the-blue – met a boy who…
~ was kind
~ was attentive to you
~ was calm
~ was mature
~ was funny
~ was ridiculously intelligent
~ was genuinely humble
~ gave good hugs
~ asked you questions
~ was good-looking
~ was athletic
~ was responsible
~ was adventurous and spontaneous
~ enjoyed life
~ didn’t complain
~ had a secure attachment style
~ who treated all people well/with respect
~ who was self-aware, but not self-absorbed
~ who liked spending time with you
What would you do? Would you spend time with such a one?
… yeah, me too. :)