"Hey, do you mind if I write a paean to Patty for LJ Idol this week?"
"Well, okay," she said, blinking pseudo-shyly at me and definitely dubious.
You see, Patty and I are those people on the subway you hate.
Not the ones who make out with their hands in each other's jeans and their tongues exposed (advice to the young and inexperienced: MTV is a bad blueprint for good kissing); I still yell at those people in my best Snape-explains-why-you-personally-are-the-decline-and-fall-of-civilization voice. I mean the cute ones who nuzzle and coo at each other, or, as (and wow, do I hate to invoke this) Seinfeld says, are "schmoopy."
We are schmoopy, although we don't particularly use the L-word.
At first, that was kinda weird to me, because one just does; or I do, anyway. I've always been the person who says it first or early or strangely, and I've tended to pay the price for it, in discomfort or at least in long explanations as regards my intent; certainly, I got very used to the idea that my wounds would always come in certain forms.
But after a bit, not using the L-word became this awesome way of expanding my expression of enthusiasm. It's much more fun for me to say and hear specific enthusiasms, and we're freed from the tyranny of the worst relationship bad habit there is: saying "I love you" like it's a question.
Last year, around this time, she and I had been hanging out, but not in any way that approached dating, while all these people were insisting that she was totally into me, I didn't know what was going on, and I was totally reluctant to make a move because I didn't want to be one of those old people (we're eleven and a half years apart) who puts younger folks in situations they don't know how to say no to.
So I got the completely stupid idea that I'd get one of those ValentineR things on my journal, and send her one of those valentines that's only revealed if you get a reciprocal one. Patty, being a sensible soul, wanted nothing to do with the entire thing, and so I was thwarted for several more weeks until I finally asked her what was up after I'd been on a set for 17.5 hours with James Gandolfini and an evil chihuahua that caused me to miss what would have otherwise maybe been our first date. Whew. How you feel after reading that sentence? That's how I felt after that day.
We've been together less than a year and live together thanks to a series of serendipitous and completely insane circumstances involving the previously mentioned star of The Sopranos and an actor-dog, two well-known authors, my roommate who moved to Macau, Patty's old lease, Mercury retrograde and the vagaries of the Internet in Cyprus.
So she pops bugs and I show her how to kill people with cutlery; we make up little songs to each other and the cats, and I tell her stories half asleep, which generally amount to incoherent, cracktastic spins on our fandoms. It's a nice life, and it's plenty sugary sweet awesome without that troublesome word.

"Well, okay," she said, blinking pseudo-shyly at me and definitely dubious.
You see, Patty and I are those people on the subway you hate.
Not the ones who make out with their hands in each other's jeans and their tongues exposed (advice to the young and inexperienced: MTV is a bad blueprint for good kissing); I still yell at those people in my best Snape-explains-why-you-personally-are-the-decline-and-fall-of-civilization voice. I mean the cute ones who nuzzle and coo at each other, or, as (and wow, do I hate to invoke this) Seinfeld says, are "schmoopy."
We are schmoopy, although we don't particularly use the L-word.
At first, that was kinda weird to me, because one just does; or I do, anyway. I've always been the person who says it first or early or strangely, and I've tended to pay the price for it, in discomfort or at least in long explanations as regards my intent; certainly, I got very used to the idea that my wounds would always come in certain forms.
But after a bit, not using the L-word became this awesome way of expanding my expression of enthusiasm. It's much more fun for me to say and hear specific enthusiasms, and we're freed from the tyranny of the worst relationship bad habit there is: saying "I love you" like it's a question.
Last year, around this time, she and I had been hanging out, but not in any way that approached dating, while all these people were insisting that she was totally into me, I didn't know what was going on, and I was totally reluctant to make a move because I didn't want to be one of those old people (we're eleven and a half years apart) who puts younger folks in situations they don't know how to say no to.
So I got the completely stupid idea that I'd get one of those ValentineR things on my journal, and send her one of those valentines that's only revealed if you get a reciprocal one. Patty, being a sensible soul, wanted nothing to do with the entire thing, and so I was thwarted for several more weeks until I finally asked her what was up after I'd been on a set for 17.5 hours with James Gandolfini and an evil chihuahua that caused me to miss what would have otherwise maybe been our first date. Whew. How you feel after reading that sentence? That's how I felt after that day.
We've been together less than a year and live together thanks to a series of serendipitous and completely insane circumstances involving the previously mentioned star of The Sopranos and an actor-dog, two well-known authors, my roommate who moved to Macau, Patty's old lease, Mercury retrograde and the vagaries of the Internet in Cyprus.
So she pops bugs and I show her how to kill people with cutlery; we make up little songs to each other and the cats, and I tell her stories half asleep, which generally amount to incoherent, cracktastic spins on our fandoms. It's a nice life, and it's plenty sugary sweet awesome without that troublesome word.
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Date: 2008-02-13 06:46 am (UTC)I remember when my best friend told me she loved me; she's never said it before or since and somehow her being LESS verbally expressive than I am made it mean more. It was sweet.
Still, I like the image of you guys cutting your fingers on shells and mingling the blood :)
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Date: 2008-02-12 09:47 pm (UTC)Nicely written.
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Date: 2008-02-13 04:13 am (UTC)sugary sweet awesome for the win!
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Date: 2008-02-13 07:53 am (UTC)I'm particularly glad you're awesome, otherwise I'd have insane guilt issues from having moved away.
But you are, indeed, awesome!! I can predict awesome futures!!!
Also, a very Auspicious Year of the Rat to y'all.
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Date: 2008-02-13 02:38 pm (UTC)So hey, I have a ton of W2's and such for you -- mail to China or what?
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Date: 2008-02-13 08:38 am (UTC)You said it. : )
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Date: 2008-02-13 06:44 pm (UTC)And I highly endorse ignoring age. My partner and best friend is ten and a half years older than me and the only time we notice is when we're relishing the scandalous looks we like to create.
And oh yeah, we're "the people you hate", too.
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Date: 2008-02-13 09:56 pm (UTC)It's great to see you so happy.
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Date: 2008-02-14 04:19 am (UTC)James Galdofini should be the middle man for all relationships in some manner....
like when I find my paramour, we'll both be "Dude, Galdofini was so awesome in 8 MM, but even more awesome in The Mexican"
and that will be when I'll know I've found the one. :)
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Date: 2008-02-16 12:48 pm (UTC)And it's nice to see something good come from a Mercury retrograde.
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Date: 2008-02-17 09:04 pm (UTC)::: winces and votes for her, knowing that he was only one vote behind :::
:-)