The Lady works for a hospital (NOT A NURSE) she would be proud that I made that known. In layman's terms here is what she does. Flies around on a little baby helicopter and comes up with new possible state capitals for Michigan, Illinois, and Idaho. Actually, she does nothing of the sort, but that makes more sense than if I tried to explain what she does, so just know at the end of the day, more people are alive because of what she does.... and Boise had better watch out (its a really good joke, scroll back to the state capital reference, check out the Idaho, then respect the Boise-ahh nevermind, it was funny to me).
In any event The Lady went to bed a few hours ago, which is fine, she works ten hour shifts. For whatever reason, I really love the quiet time I get in the evenings. Not in a "I love that she's not around" as much as it is a quaint time to just run with my random thoughts of the day. At a different time, I would spend this time rolling up some weed and playing Madden. Followed by passing out and laughing. However the baton has been passed to reading books and fantasy football.
Speaking of which, has there ever been a more nerdy thing for you to try and explain to your girl as fantasy football..."No see babe, I have my own pretend team of guys from every team, but so does everyone else, and we take the stats of everyone, then add them as if they were on our own magic, all inclusive team etc etc yadda it's really cool!" Fellas, your best bet is to breathe it out suck it up, embrace the nerdatiy of it and just ask her to hold on for a few months.
I've started to notice the shuffle of cards that is combined living. Having always lived with roomates, all of whom, with one exception were male. Decorating, and all in all "caring about your place" meant nothing to me. However now that I'm here now and have a pretty decent spot, furniture, and shop for food, I have a whole new sense of "can you put a coaster down". The cards start to mix, most noticeably when we go shopping for food. As all the name brands, and flavored meals of my youth become the first thing my subconscious reaches for instinctively. And when she looks at me like "what is that" my first thought is...what is this? what is this? this is good eats right here woman, this here is what got me to be the man I am today, that happens to have eaten this his whole life, helped to get me to where I am to where I am!, which for the record is still aisle 9 on a mad man rant. Practically at this point I'm fighting back tears just cause the woman has never heard of JIFFY cornbread. When two aisles later she makes some demand about an instant mashed potato I don't know anything about, first thing I say to her is "what is that?". Graciously, ever the lady, she responds, "its good babe". And amazingly thats all the convincing I need.
So now it's 1 am and my apartment complex is set up as two 26 story high rise styles that face one another. For whatever reason, the later into the night it gets, I find a silent joy in opening the curtains, or going on the balcony, and seeing less lights on in the other building from my previous check. As if now, even at 26 I'm still playing the I stayed up later than you game. Sometimes if it gets too late I'll rationalize that not all the lights are people still up, some have dozed off on the couch with the light on, and others just leave it on for comfort, so obviously I have outlasted even more mere "sleep needers" suckers.
Alright I could keep going, at this point, but I'm sure you've got an email to send, or a client to update, or some sort of something you had no idea you would be doing 5 years ago, and if you don't make something up. How dare you try to steal my over dramatic witty attempt at a clever closing.
You get back to that file, as I watch some "sleepy head" on the 16th floor turn out the lights... victory. Another one bites the dust.
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