I haven't been writing like I want to, like I should, or how I ever imagined I would. In response, I've found a weird little schedule of things to blog about over the next 30 days. Obviously, there are some things I think are stupid on this list - and I'll use my liberty to veto them, but I think it's a good jumping point. I'll be as creative as possible with some of them. Others, I'm sure, will be less than stellar.
Five Ways to Win My Heart
1) Be honest.
A lot of people say they value honesty, but I don't know if that's true. My friends will tell you I'm a big proponent of "brutal" honesty. I've been duped and had the rug pulled out from under me way too many times to desire anything but honesty. A few years back, when I discovered my then boyfriend's infidelity [read this: NOT TOM], I wasn't upset about it having happened, but that no one told me about it and that my "friends" knew.
I think differences of opinion are valuable, change is inevitable, and life is unmanageable sometimes.
For me, just telling me things straight out helps us all get along.
2) Feed me.
Now, this one can get a formerly larger girl in some trouble [read this: I've gained approximately 20 pounds recently], but there is no quicker way to my heart than to buy me some good food and feed me. You'll know I'm happy if I'm dancing in my seat.
If you hadn't realized that my pounds have been upping, you are either the sweetest person in the world or you don't see me very often. Either way, thank you for not noticing. I notice fairly often, but it's okay. I know how to get back on track; I'm just not sure I'm ready to just yet. I struggle with making good decisions - not because I don't know what they are, but because I just want to eat.
That being said, feeding me is a way to win my heart, for sure.
3) Be furry.
Now, this won't work if you're a humanoid, but if you're an animal, watch out. Admittedly, however, this has little to do with anything smaller than a cat. Rodents of any kind are pretty disturbing, I hate raccoons with a burning passion and delight in seeing them become roadkill, but anyway...
I am especially soft on my own pets. I can't handle seeing them in pain or distress of any kind. I have babied every pet I've ever had, to my knowledge.
Fox is my darling little munch-kitten, Fox-kit, and baby boy kitty. It's sickening, but it's true.
4) Help me when I'm in a jam.
I've had people I don't like in the slightest help me out of a car problem or compliment me and - for a moment, they have my heart. Of course, I'm not easily moved permanently, but they get a bit of my favor for a moment or two.
5) Be Tom.
Yeah, you're not going to master this one, but it's the truth, even if it's mushy and sappy and dripping with the type of sentimentality that would disgust me if anyone else was writing.
But seriously.
I don't know exactly what it is about him but this man with whom I'm spending the rest of my life, but he's the one for me. It's been nine years since I first started crushing on him, nearly four since he started crushing on me, three and a half since we started dating, and about 10 months since we got married.
He's my kind of crazy-cute-smartypants-smirking-giggly-logical-ticklish... He calms me down when I'm upset. I can tell him anything. He taught me the importance of honesty, brutality, and love. He's my best friend, my favorite, and always around, even when we get sick of each other. We pat each other's knees under restaurant tables when someone says something that makes one of us uncomfortable or inadvertently touches on one of our inside jokes. It's good to have a partner, a friend, and someone I can't stay and at very long.
He's my kind of crazy-cute-smartypants-smirking-giggly-logical-ticklish... He calms me down when I'm upset. I can tell him anything. He taught me the importance of honesty, brutality, and love. He's my best friend, my favorite, and always around, even when we get sick of each other. We pat each other's knees under restaurant tables when someone says something that makes one of us uncomfortable or inadvertently touches on one of our inside jokes. It's good to have a partner, a friend, and someone I can't stay and at very long.
Day 1, consider yourself complete.
However, I'd also like to say that I'm going to be getting busy getting ready for a move right quick... and I'm not looking forward to it at all. I'm sure I'll be happy in our new space when we're moved in, but right now, it's daunting, promises to be exhausting, and shall require more stair walking than I'd wish on even my worst enemy!
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