I’ve gotten a few questions about yesterday’s post, and I just wanted to clarify: the Lad is not a peach tea. If anything, the Lad is a Moroccan Mint tea from Numi. The peach tea thing was inspired by my job search. Ok, on with the entry.
At the end of her love scene with Jimmy Stewart in The Philadelphia Story, Katherine Hepburn looks up at him with a hopeful, happy face and cries “Put me in your pocket, Mike!”
That is exactly the way I fall in love. I run around with the appearance of independence, the cat who walked by himself, but as soon as I get the chance I yell “screw this independence!” and crawl into your pocket and stay there with just my eyes peeking out. The trouble is, you thought you were getting an interesting, separate person and now you just have these eyes in your pocket, this weight on your hip.
Weirdly enough, the Lad has never tried to turn me out of his pocket. He seems to like me in there. It’s how I know this is true love.
Of course, I’ve got him in my pocket too, at the same time. That’s the great thing about our love: it defies ordinary physics.
In conclusion, here is our Skype chat from yesterday:
Lad: i’m gonna stick around here for another 30 mins or so, so I can bring you home a functioning laptop
Didofoot: my hero!!!
Didofoot: could you also pick up some avocados on your way home?
Lad: will do
Lad: did you know that i’m in love with you
Didofoot: what are you…
Didofoot: seriously?
Didofoot: i thought we were just friends
Lad: nope
Lad: i’m in love with you
Lad: sorry
Didofoot: so wait, all this time…
Didofoot: how long has this been going on?
Lad: oh it’s been a while now
Didofoot: huh
Didofoot: well
Lad: since I was a kid really
Didofoot: does my boyfriend know?
Lad: i’m telling him when I get home
Lad: I hear he’s going to be late cause he’s picking you up a laptop
Didofoot: maybe the avocados will soften the blow a little
Didofoot: because obviously i will be leaving him for you
Didofoot: as soon as i get that laptop from him
Lad: yay
Didofoot: this conversation is weird and a little creepy, eh?
Lad: i love you
Didofoot: here we go again