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focusing on what makes me happy:
2012-11-17 @ 9:46 p.m.
yesterday i was FINALLY able to get my hair done, so i snatched up little A the moment he got off the bus and zipped up there. his mom lives and works in the same town as my salon (about an hour from our house), so i thought it would be nice of me to bring him to her instead of having her drive all the way here to get him. she actually texted boy later last night to tell him to thank me for doing that, and i was surprised and happy to hear it. everyone who asked why little A was with me (my mom was at the salon yesterday too) said i was really nice to do that for her, because they wouldn't. and i'm like yeah, i know she was a huge asshole and said some absolutely horrible things about me in the past. but sometimes you'd just be going out of your way to be a dick, and this was one of those situations. i had to do nothing extra except drive an extra body with me. she picked him up from the shop. why wouldn't i? so anyway. boy texted me about 20 minutes before i was about to leave to say that he didn't have to work last night! so what did i want for dinner!! i was SO excited. i haven't seen him more than 2 hours a day (while he was awake, anyway) this past week so it was just so great. we discussed dinner over the phone as i drove home, and when i walked in, he was here, in the basement, and he ran his hands through my super silky hair and gave me a huge hug and kissed all over the side of my face, and my neck, and my shoulder because he can't kiss my lips (i'm so sick). it was so great, such a nice greeting. we finally got to have a conversation, spend some time together when we didn't have to be anywhere, just chill out. we went out and grabbed some sushi and had a super dinner, then snuggled underneath the brand new 1600 thread count sheets we bought online. it was a good, simple night. then today, we woke up super late, we went out to meet his under the table boss to grab his pay, went to check out fabrics for curtains (i say, i love this one but it doesn't match anything we have, he responds, i like it so much i'd buy new furniture), then as the sun went down i complained of being freezing cold because my super cute little sweatshirt was not made for warmth, so he took me to target to get a new sweatshirt/jacket because all of the ones i have are from when i was much bigger. as we were walking in, he said we should go to the other door that was further down because that's where the bathrooms probably were, and i said jokingly, "oh i see. you're trying to make me die of frostbite." (this is an ongoing joke between us because he's always hot and has the windows open in the car when it's like 32 degrees outside, and i'm being frozen out. likewise when i drive i am accused of trying to cook him to death.) and he's like nuh uh! and i'm like you know, "you can just tell me if you don't like me. you don't have to kill me to get rid of me." and he says, "i would never want to get rid of you. i wouldn't let anything happen to you. i would kill people." and then he got really serious and close to my face and said, "i would kill people." aww. so we walk in and i look at a couple of things, but he picks out this jacket for me that is perfect. i try it on, it fits perfectly. he's so great to shop with. he picked out another cute little hoodie too, but it was lightweight, for inside lounging purposes, or warm days. anyway, we're driving to dinner afterward, and i'm wearing the jacket, and i say, "thank you honey, for buying me this adorable jacket," and he really says, "you don't have to thank me. you're my girl. i'd buy you the world if i could." really? so in conclusion, i fucking love this guy. he also bought a bottle of my favorite cologne so i can smell him all up all the time. i can't tell you how many times a day (even before the cologne) that i just walk over to him, or lean over, or snuggle up to him and take a good deep sniff. i love his natural scent, and he loves mine. there are little things about the other person that i think are important, and one of them is definitely their scent. THE ex used to not like the smell of my hair, i remember. he didn't like to touch it really either, because yes, there often is a lot of product in it, but what can you do when you have thick ass ethnic hair that you'd like to stay in a style for more than 30 seconds. it's just one of those things, when i come home from the salon like i did last night - to feel someone put both of their hands through your hair, to sweep your hair back in bed, to smell you and taste you and get drunk on it all. it's just one of those things that helps to form this beautiful, inexplicable web that wraps us together. i know i always say it. i know i say it so much. but i had no idea anything could feel this good. |