About a week ago, Alaska asked me to drive him to a client’s upcoming new home (or however you want to say it. I’m not a Realtor® and I don’t technically care about the technicality of it 😉 )…
… because the new home buyers wanted to take some measurements for some stuff they were moving in and other stuff they wanted to buy, yadda. yadda…
The thing about it was, we had already made a different type of plan to spend time together.
Have lunch, watch some cool stuff on the computer…
Other stuff… (I really like the other stuff!)
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Yeah, I knew exactly what he meant when he said that shit.
But I feigned naïveté because (maybe?) I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt… I don’t know. At this point I think I’m just a glutton for punishment and incredibly silly for not ending all communication with him.
Dogs love you no matter what. They are grateful for everything you give them; everything you do for them.
Dogs are excited to see you when you come home. They spend their entire day just waiting to see you again.
Dogs forgive you when you mess up. They don’t hold grudges. They don’t get mad at you and ignore you for days.
Dogs don’t perpetuate your bad feelings when you feel like shit. They help to uplift you with their happy-go-lucky attitude and their unbridled affection.
Dogs love you while you wallow in your own self-pity. They help clear the heavy clouds of melancholy with just their presence.
I want a dog who likes to play frisbee and catch, but will also lay on the couch with me and binge watch Nurse Jackie all weekend (and watch me get drunk and make sure I don’t drive anywhere or call anyone or send any drunk texts 😉 ).
I want a dog with scars and baggage.
*I* have scars and baggage.
I want to be as meaningful in my dog’s life as my dog would be in mine…
I fucking hate that word!
It scares the shit out of me!
It scares me so much that I almost deleted my previous “Word of the Day” post about it.
Quite a while ago.
Because I’m pretty sure that limerence had me firm in it’s grasp.
It scares me because it means I might not feel the way about TC that I think I do.
It scares me even more that TC might not feel, about me, the way he thinks he does!
It makes me doubt my self and my heart. Which, honestly, to this date, have not been very reliable counsel anyway…
The definition of affection, according to the Urban Dictionary is:
A physical way of showing just how much you love someone. It’s a fondness that consumes you. Wanting to touch, tickle, kiss, hug, or hold.