so yesterday me & the boyfriend (who will now be known here as pdaddy . . btw, that is what he likes to be called ;) . . ) were about to sit & meditate together in the morning & he being the super wrangler of time that he is, was about to put the pot of water on at a very low temperature so that it would be ready for our coffee right as we finished our sit (which is totally how I love to start my morning - high & higher) but alas, I am a cream girl & the pdaddy informed me that there was no cream . .
now you have to understand that I had left for the city days before & on that day there was no cream & I had to make due with ice cream, like a super java chip something or other, & that was totally delicious & I had also made the horrendous trip up to the bermuda triangle strip mall shangrila on my way back from the city & fully informed the pdaddy & was not alerted as to the continued cream crisis . .
so . . .
I pouted & pouted, all the way into my meditation & through it, I am embarrassed to report & then made a coffee date down the street at the french cafe with a co-conspirator of mine & I am really embarrassed to report that this scenario turned into a major process like ALL DAY LONG
but this is the thing:
one -- this is just to show that even (especially) the love artist can be a total total baby girl (keep those letters coming -- do not be embarrassed to send me even the most petty question cause we all most certainly need guidance in the love department)
two -- we are about to move in together - yes - so what was his turf as the pdaddy in making everything royally romantic & perfect for his love child (me) is suddenly becoming the domestic refrigerator politics of what's for dinner & that was scarey & odd & romantic in a whole new way for both of us & we were both acting as if we had a handle on it, having both been married & kids & so cool (as we thought we were)
three -- I know this is horribly retro, but I really think that being the curvy sassy thing that I am & the care & finesse that I bring to that job deserves my man going out right across the street even if he is in his pajamas & getting the cream when coffee is one of my royal sacraments . . . it's not like we live in the wilderness or anything . .
four -- I am still learning how to love
I hope this whole scenario doesn't disillusion all of you. Just being honest.
It actually illuminated a whole slew of misconceptions & fears around the living together threshold we were about to cross, are in the process of crossing.
& btw the night proceeded to be gorgeously romantic after all that cooking & percolating & steaming.
love you xox