Send me money to fix my trunk, please. M is gone, in Italy, in Switzerland. Did I mention that he is flying me out to Italy on the 31st? Can he get any cooler? Did I mention that he has the proposal all planned out, but that I don't get (don't want) to know about it until it happens? I'm fairly certain he has the ring, though. You may think that is very silly and shallow, to hang so much on a ring. But let me tell you, I have had the most undedicated men in the past. Men who treated me like shit. Now here is M, who not only treats me like a princess (and calls me such), but he is willing to show his commitment to me symbolically with a rock. To me it is so important because of the symbol. It says I've got a man, we are in love. He loves me. Not that he doesn't show it other ways, he does, but this is just one step up. Do you know that I was going to get engaged once before, but I had to buy the ring? He said he was going to pay me back. Huh-huh. Never did pay me back, but then we never got married. Said ex-boyfriend called me the other day. I neglected to tell him I would be living in Texas so close to him over the summer! Ooops! Hardly. I would be most delighted if I never have to see him again. He was talking about how he carries a karmic debt if I didn't gain anything out of our relationship. I told him I no longer want to date perverts, that is what I got out of the relationship. No perverts anymore! I told him I didn't have any bad feelings toward him except for my trunk. Now listen to this, you won't believe it. I got my brand spanking new car in August 96 for my success in graduating from college. In November 96 abouts this idiot guy takes my new car to work. He gets it stuck in the mud. Now, there is no designated place on my car to put a tow rope, or whatever else you might use. He is afraid (so he said) to put the rope on the axle because he didn't want to fuck it up. So, bright idea (no) he puts it on the trunk latch. You know, trunk latches are oh so much stronger than axles. Gimme a fucking break. Of course, he could have just called AAA, because they would have come towed it out on a dolly, for FREE, and caused no damage whatsoever. But no. When Idiot here pulls the car out, the back end of the car attached to the trunk latch pulls up. Trunk doesn't work. Idiot works and works to fix it. Gets it to work, but the remote key for it only works sometime. I am pissed as hell when I see this damage, which leads into a whole other debacle with Acorn, but that is a whole other story. Aside: More men have done damage to my car then I have EVER even come close to doing. Men are bad for cars, it seems. Now, my trunk doesn't work at all. It is tied down, but you know not all the way, so it bangs every time I go over a bump. People are constantly telling me that my trunk is open. No shit, thanks for reminding me. I can't use my trunk. Everything stored in the back gets covered in exhaust from my muffler. I hate this. Do you know the estimate to get it fixed???? $1300!!!!! AGGggghhhh!!! So, this is the only negative feeling I harbor towards K. Whew! I had no idea I was going to discuss that. I thought I was going to talk about how much I miss M. I wish he would call. I think of his arms, his kiss, his lips. I smell his clothes. I dream of him. I want him near me. I don't know how I am going to make it through this summer without him. Je crois ce soit impossible. Hmmm.. did I get the future subjunctive correct there? I don't think so, but my dictionary is packed away. Alas. |