leading you
Mar. 23rd, 2004 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightbluegirlWhen I was in high school, I had a boyfriend. Nice boy, smart, whatever. I also had access to the family car, and for a while, used to drive the car to school and back. A couple of times, I offered to drive Joe home. He accepted a couple of times, but always acted really uncomfortable. It's not like we'd dated for long, although we'd been friends all through high school, so I just chalked it up to high school jitters.
It turned out, though, that he was uncomfortable because our roles were being reversed. He said that as the guy, he was supposed to be driving me home. After two times, he never let me drive him home again.
At any rate, it didn't last long. He was also a rampant Christian and said I was leading him into sin because he wanted to fool around with me, and had all these other rules about girls and boys that I didn't know (I wasn't supposed to call him, for example) until after I'd done them.
So now I have this incredible man, who doesn't buy in to the bullshit, a man who has no problems with the fact that I support us, and that I make more money than he will for a long time, has no problem with the fact that I'm older, that I've experienced more, that often, in a situation, if he doesn't know what to do, I probably will... he has no issues with the ways that I'm dominant, and yet is so available to take care of me in ways that I need it, tucks me into bed when I'm sick or tired, makes me food, deals with my mood swings, does it all...
He's perfectly matched with me!
Anyway.
Andrew just called me to say that he got approached for a job at the thrift store, hurrah! They're paying him super cheaply, but they're not doing so hot right now. He's willing to work extra hours in the evening to try to get them some extra revenue. I want them to do well!
I'm glad he got what he wanted. This is better than nothing, and we've agreed that all the money from this goes into paying down the credit cards. Also, they said in the summer they will probably be able to give him more work/higher pay.
But most importantly, he has a job at a place he's happy with, that he will hopefully be able to stay at long term!
It turns out Andrew was mistaken, due to not understanding just how classless my family is. My Uncle and his partner will not be attending.
Basically, they wrote N/A instead of a couple of words (sorry, can't make it, for example). They did it in such a way that my sweetheart, the sweetest nicest most respectful man I know, just thought they meant they had no allergies.
At least I don't have to worry about the no alcohol thing!
I'm not upset about that, actually. It was nice to think they liked me so much that they wanted to come out here, but knowing that they don't, doesn't actually hurt. What irritates me is their complete and total lack of... simple courtesy.
All the better, that they won't be here.
This whole thing is really letting his family know how sucky my family is though. And that just isn't cool. As long as they don't judge me by my family, we're good.
So last night we went to his grandparents house, and had dinner with his family and grandparents, and then later his cousin and her husband showed up for dinner.
It was a very crowded, happy situation. Not something I'm used to.
But still, his mother is very capable of irritating me. God. She is SO in your face about everything. If she could just calm down about 5 notches, she'd just be excited all the time, and maybe I could handle that. It's kind of like dealing with an over-excitable child, and I still don't know all the things to steer around. ARGH!
And yet, so nice, kind, and generous. All of them. I feel rude and cruel and selfish and comparison.
Anyway, we had dinner, and his mom brought sour cherry pie for dessert for 2 reasons 1) because she just recently found out that cherry pie is my favourite and 2) because she remembered I'd never had sour cherry pie before
Yes, as I said, sweet, kind, generous. Me = selfish and cruel and judgemental and mean.
And we talked and laughed, and they showed me the cutlery they bought for the reception (exactly what I thought it was, and perfect for the occasion), and we talked about party favours (at the very least, heart sugar cookies wrapped in cellophane and tulle, but also something else... we're talking about something crafty, like little pots for plants, or something, or maybe picture frames with our picture in it. She gave us a big catalog she has, so we can look through it for ideas. (We don't necessarily want to do pictures because we were going to do that for parents and grandparents anyway)), we drew a picture of the area for them to look at, and we discussed all those sorts of things.
Right now, for centerpieces, we're thinking driftwood and stones, surrounding little vases of daisies. They're apparently going walking on the beach today, and they're going to look for driftwood... if they don't find any, we're going to have to go out soon. (Because apparently spring is the season for driftwood - so if we leave it til the summer, we're screwed - well, as far as driftwood goes)
It is really funny that I'm not losing weight right now, but my hips keep getting smaller. I say, sure, why not, hurrah!
It turned out, though, that he was uncomfortable because our roles were being reversed. He said that as the guy, he was supposed to be driving me home. After two times, he never let me drive him home again.
At any rate, it didn't last long. He was also a rampant Christian and said I was leading him into sin because he wanted to fool around with me, and had all these other rules about girls and boys that I didn't know (I wasn't supposed to call him, for example) until after I'd done them.
So now I have this incredible man, who doesn't buy in to the bullshit, a man who has no problems with the fact that I support us, and that I make more money than he will for a long time, has no problem with the fact that I'm older, that I've experienced more, that often, in a situation, if he doesn't know what to do, I probably will... he has no issues with the ways that I'm dominant, and yet is so available to take care of me in ways that I need it, tucks me into bed when I'm sick or tired, makes me food, deals with my mood swings, does it all...
He's perfectly matched with me!
Anyway.
Andrew just called me to say that he got approached for a job at the thrift store, hurrah! They're paying him super cheaply, but they're not doing so hot right now. He's willing to work extra hours in the evening to try to get them some extra revenue. I want them to do well!
I'm glad he got what he wanted. This is better than nothing, and we've agreed that all the money from this goes into paying down the credit cards. Also, they said in the summer they will probably be able to give him more work/higher pay.
But most importantly, he has a job at a place he's happy with, that he will hopefully be able to stay at long term!
It turns out Andrew was mistaken, due to not understanding just how classless my family is. My Uncle and his partner will not be attending.
Basically, they wrote N/A instead of a couple of words (sorry, can't make it, for example). They did it in such a way that my sweetheart, the sweetest nicest most respectful man I know, just thought they meant they had no allergies.
At least I don't have to worry about the no alcohol thing!
I'm not upset about that, actually. It was nice to think they liked me so much that they wanted to come out here, but knowing that they don't, doesn't actually hurt. What irritates me is their complete and total lack of... simple courtesy.
All the better, that they won't be here.
This whole thing is really letting his family know how sucky my family is though. And that just isn't cool. As long as they don't judge me by my family, we're good.
So last night we went to his grandparents house, and had dinner with his family and grandparents, and then later his cousin and her husband showed up for dinner.
It was a very crowded, happy situation. Not something I'm used to.
But still, his mother is very capable of irritating me. God. She is SO in your face about everything. If she could just calm down about 5 notches, she'd just be excited all the time, and maybe I could handle that. It's kind of like dealing with an over-excitable child, and I still don't know all the things to steer around. ARGH!
And yet, so nice, kind, and generous. All of them. I feel rude and cruel and selfish and comparison.
Anyway, we had dinner, and his mom brought sour cherry pie for dessert for 2 reasons 1) because she just recently found out that cherry pie is my favourite and 2) because she remembered I'd never had sour cherry pie before
Yes, as I said, sweet, kind, generous. Me = selfish and cruel and judgemental and mean.
And we talked and laughed, and they showed me the cutlery they bought for the reception (exactly what I thought it was, and perfect for the occasion), and we talked about party favours (at the very least, heart sugar cookies wrapped in cellophane and tulle, but also something else... we're talking about something crafty, like little pots for plants, or something, or maybe picture frames with our picture in it. She gave us a big catalog she has, so we can look through it for ideas. (We don't necessarily want to do pictures because we were going to do that for parents and grandparents anyway)), we drew a picture of the area for them to look at, and we discussed all those sorts of things.
Right now, for centerpieces, we're thinking driftwood and stones, surrounding little vases of daisies. They're apparently going walking on the beach today, and they're going to look for driftwood... if they don't find any, we're going to have to go out soon. (Because apparently spring is the season for driftwood - so if we leave it til the summer, we're screwed - well, as far as driftwood goes)
It is really funny that I'm not losing weight right now, but my hips keep getting smaller. I say, sure, why not, hurrah!
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Date: 2004-03-23 09:17 pm (UTC)N/A - No allergies. That is the most endearing thing I've heard all day. :)
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Date: 2004-03-24 05:08 am (UTC)and in the back of one frame per table was a special card that meant whosever's name was on it would take home the centrepiece.
personally, i liked the gourmet jelly beans (some sugar free) in the pretty silver boxes and the bubble bottles topped with a seashell we had for our wedding reception... ( http://mozai.com/photography/ffp_noshow/ )
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Date: 2004-03-24 12:42 pm (UTC)I remember the bubbles, they were the best! Where did you get all those little bubble bottles?
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Date: 2004-03-24 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-31 04:31 pm (UTC)at least she's nice nuts. My mother is mean nuts. If I had to choose...