So grandpa?

Not so bad after all....

Last week, I left off having just imparted to you, the humming of nerves in my chest. GC's grandfather had "things to say" about me.

Yikes.

As a person who enjoys, no- make that, thrives, on others' good opinion of me, the thought of having my main squeeze sequestered in a hallway with his grandfather passing judgment on me after only 3 months of girlfriend-dom, stirred in my gut those ever present fears of not being good enough, of being found out as a fraud who tries really hard, but still comes up short. 90% of the time I realize these fears are re-donk-ulous- it's the other 10% of the time I struggle with- which, all things considered, is probably about an average ratio. It's just one more piece of evidence to support the fact that I am human, despite my deep desire to strive for the unattainable goal of being all things to all people.

But this time, Praaaaise Be!, my fears of disapproval were wholly without merit. The scene went as follows:

A handsome young man walks through a dark, some would even call it dangerous, hallway. Harsh lights cast unnatural shadows of door jams and water fountains on the water-stained concrete floor. Suddenly, as if appearing between blinks of an eye or a flicker of the fluorescent lights, an old man with a face worn from years of life spent in the cooler, stands before the handsome man.

At once, the laughing eyes of the handsome man transform into the the wary danger-sensing look of a cat, pacing before an enemy. The old man begins,

"GC, so that girl at the food show...?"

Responding with a hesitancy trained into him after a lifetime of eggshell dancing, "Yes Grandpa?"

"You don't see a girl like that every day."

GC does his best to respond, embarking on the song and dance of, "We are having a good time so far, getting along really well and all,"

To which Grandpa replies, "Her head isn't filled with nonsense like all the other girls today"

Unsure of what to say at this point, the comments being so entirely out of character for his often stoic and negative-tending grandfather, "Yeah, she's very nice..."

Becoming embarrassed, his grandfather begins walking away, "I, uh, I don't know why I just said that, but she's, she's something else."

end scene.


Ok, so I may have dramatized the scene a just a tad, but the content was legit, promise. Having the grandpa seal of approval, I've gotta say, it feels pretty good.

(Just for the record, I didn't make GC suffer quite as much for withholding information as I originally intended, given the greatness of the information. Some form of payment was still, certainly due, but I let him live with only a minor sentence.)

I'm Back.

Phew, long time no see! I have to say, I have been enjoying the time I have been away, as my distraction is 6 feet 3 inches of great. The time away however, has awoken my need to come back, full of new things to share and a refreshed need for contemplation. It seems "The Turning Page" rests my obsessive mind, allowing for more pleasant uses of my brain waves. For instance, pausing on the lovely effect of a kiss on the forehead when the day ends wearily and the next looms, as busy as the last. (yup, wonderful).

I'll spare you the sappy/sassy details of the last few months, except to comment on just how much fun this dating thing is (I have to say- it's a pretty good time) and bullet a few highlights;

-Discussing the antics of Michael Scott from The Office and reciting lines from Flight of the Conchords episodes makes for great "get to know you" banter.

-Holding someone's hand while driving is great.

-Holding someone's hand, period, is great.

-Getting lost is entertaining, especially when you are within 1/2 mile of your destination and relying on "Trina's Terrible Memory" GPS system.

-Not feeling like I have to be anyone but myself is refreshing.

-Red wine is better when the bottle is shared.

-Finding that I am not at all self-conscious of my body, or feel it insufficient in some way when I am around him, is a very surprising realization.

-In the process of learning about my Gentleman Caller, I have learned as much, if not more, about myself. Who'd have thought?

- Doing regular things like grocery shopping and having old-school Nintendo competitions (we're talking Mario and Luigi circa 1993 here) can make for great dates.

-Doing not-so-regular things like having fancy dinners at nice restaurants and playing games of Risk with your Gentleman Caller and his 15 year old adopted son can also make for great dates.

-Having been alone for so long, I know who I am- and that makes it easy to be true to myself.

-Word on the street, I'm pretty good in the kissing department.

-That is enough for now.

Ok, well now that I am back, I am going to try to keep up with this blog again. I love it too much not to. So here's the plan, Friday morning posts every week, and as many more times as I feel inspired to write- but Fridays for sure. In that spirit, see you tomorrow!