Have you SEEN me?

Formerly Not So Much. . .the daily musings of a 26-year-old PYT whose self-love is superceded only by her obnoxiously endearing ability to remind you at all times just how fabulous she is. Guys too stupid to realize how lucky they are to be graced with her presence? Woman with 4-pack abs climbs onto the elliptical trainer next to her? Arrives at Chick-Fil-A at 10:37, only to learn she has missed her opportunity for a chicken biscuit? She throws all these setbacks off with disdain. . .after all, have you SEEN her??

Friday, August 06, 2004

I cannot WAIT to get out of here. . .

2:07 PM.
Number of hours left til my fabulous Tiki Party BBQ: 6 hours, 23 minutes.
Number of people responded yes to the evite: 24.
Number of others I know/suspect are coming: 10.
Number of hamburger patties in my fridge: 32.
Number of hot dogs: 10.
Number of non-professionally cleaned (so sort of ganked up) vermillion snapper in the fridge from our firm fishing trip yesterday: ??
Number of liters of alcohol in my special hunch punch: 3.5
Number of tiki torches lining the backyard: 6
Number of grass skirts being worn by house residents: 2 (me and Sadie)
Number of times I asked TJ his ETA: At least once a day since Monday.
Number of times I had to get pissy to get an answer because he doesn't seem to think making his plans very clear to me is necessary: 1.5
Number of times I felt bad for being pissy and apologized: 2-3
Number of times he told me no apology necessary: 2-3
Reason he didn't seem to think making plans very clear was necessary: Because he keeps promises, and he shows up where he says he'll be.
Number of "free passes" I get on doubting him because men have treated me poorly in the past: ?? (He seems to be giving me free passes for now, at least.)

Look, our first tiff. Relatively unscathed. He actually said, "You're right, my bad, I'll be more clear next time." I didn't know what to do when he didn't argue with me. It's going to be hard to nag someone who usually does what you want and what's expected of him. Note to self: THEN STOP NAGGING. Hey, that's nice, maybe I won't HAVE TO anymore.

Maybe he will be good enough to me that I'll be able to be the person I want to be, my "best" person. . .I can stop being the irritating bossy nag that X brought out in me.




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