Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Raise your glasses: an anniversary toast in nine wretched couplets
Two years ago, we had our third First date, although you may have heard There’s some contention in our midst: Should we be counting from that kiss Which was third first, or maybe fourth If you ask me? Except, of course, There was the time we almost split, So this is four-point-five, or fifth Of … Continue reading
Hunka broken heater
So things are pretty blissful here in my life, as many of you know now after seeing our new place. The heat is stuck on still, but I’m choosing to look on that as a metaphor for our burning love. I’m so in love with the apartment that I actually mopped the kitchen floor yesterday–not … Continue reading
Butterflies in the garden
Here is some free advice: if you are going to move into an apartment where the radiant heat cannot be turned off, do not do it on the hottest weekend of the year. But last night I saw the fullish moon set over the bay and the twinkly lights of the Castro spread out underneath … Continue reading
“Okay,” I said, “I will.”
“I kind of had this idea you were going to ask me to move in with you when you got back from your trip,” I said. “I am going to ask you,” he said. “Oh,” I said, and then I grinned until my face fell off.
POI
In the immortal words of the Princess Cinderella, a dream is a wish your heart makes. In this case, though, my dream was a wish my mouth made, repeatedly, mostly to watch the Lad wince and squirm. And then last night, my dream was a wish that the Lad made come true. Yes, it’s true. … Continue reading
Last one at the kiddie table
My 23 year old coworker is pregnant. Today I am beginning my campaign. I will send the Lad listings for two-person apartments. Scrawled across them will be the word “WHEN?”
Happy Anniversary, Lad
Saturday marked the ten year anniversary of my long, tortured history with the Lad. We went camping. It seemed appropriate because: Both our history and this trip have caused us physical pain. Both have left us breathless. Both have taught us that we can make do with less than we thought we could. And both … Continue reading
I will be Rachel
The Lad and I are fast approaching our one year anniversary. Last September I told myself that if I was still happy in this relationship at the end of a year then we should move in together. Oddly, this cohabitation has not come to pass exactly how I pictured it. Instead of the Lad, I … Continue reading
Spitting Mammals
“I’m really looking forward to being in Spokane with my ex-girlfriend,” said the Lad to me on the tellyphone. “She is taking me to a party on Friday night, and on Saturday we’re going to a pig roast.” A pig roast, eh? Well, now I am worried. I know how romantic a pig roast can … Continue reading
(This is not) a long, amusing story about meeting Barbara Bush
In a letter to Henry Miller, my best friend Anais Nin wrote the following: “I have become an idiot like Gertrude Stein. That’s what love does to intelligent women. They cannot write letters anymore.” Love like that makes you smoke American Spirits and shave your head, but real love comes like a witty houseguest and … Continue reading