Just busy. There is also nothing of interest happening in my life. As if that’s stopped me before, you’re all thinking…
Boyfriend is taking a short vaca back to Korea this spring. I need all y’all to keep an eye on him to make sure he’s behaving himself… A clandestine operation…
We kissed. That would have turned into more had daughter not been in the next room.
I just can’t control my feelings for him. He’s there, everything is wonderful, and wham! I forget all our issues. He’s just so… him. He knows how to make me happy. My heart still skips a beat when he walks in the door. I always feel a million times better when he’s around. I don’t know if I can let go of that.
So I’m not so sure about the status of our relationship now. We’re back together I guess?
( I love how the Internet is the one place I can get all mushy and Taylor Swifty. Ha!)
Remember how I had that weird face break out? Nobody knew if it was an allergy, dermatitis, a hormonal issue, etc… Well, I started using homemade washes and masks on my face, just in case I was allergic to something in store- bought products. My stuff has worked a miracle. No more breakout. Red marks that would normally stick around for a couple months fading in days…
I know that I have always complained on here about how much I hate being a lawyer. It’s stressful, and I don’t feel like what I do is beneficial to anybody. I’ve been thinking about starting up my own business for awhile.
So here’s my idea… I’d like to jar up my masks and sell them online. Would people actually buy though? These are masks that could obviously be made at home by the buyer, but they’d most likely have to go out an buy all the ingredients. Plus, I use the highest quality stuff, and these are masks that I made up myself after playing around with ingredients. Would you pay about $10 for a cute jar of facial awesomeness? Or is this a stupid idea?
But I don’t want a man to tell me they love me if they only love me like they love an apple :) I am a firm believer in the idea that true love takes time (cue Mariah Carey haha). Yes, I can love a man after a month, in the same way that I love chocolate ice cream. They both make me happy, and add pleasure to my life. I just like waiting to get past that to do the “I love you’s”. Since as much as I love apples, or chocolate ice cream, I could also sorta live without them if offered mangoes and mint chocolate chip. Damn, now I’m hungry.
this sentiment is interesting to me. it’s sort of similar to slut shame in that it creates a false hierarchy between “short term, abundant” love and “long lasting, sacred” love. personally, i think all types of love are worth acknowledging with words and we should tell each other we love/care deeply about one another more, not less.
I agree with Laci and disagree with this image. Particularly after my experiences dating (certain) Korean guys and a lot of conversations with Honor, I’ve come to the conclusion that love is more diverse than a lot of us consider it to be in the West, and that the feelings in the beginning of a relationship can be just as much described as love as the feelings after 20 years. After time they develop and deepen and grow into something far more refined, but it’s kind of like how an apple can taste delicious, and an apple pie can taste delicious, even though the latter is far more complex and labor-intensive and time-consuming. If you never make an apple pie, you’ll never know the depths to which apple deliciousness can extend, but that doesn’t mean that an apple all on its own doesn’t have beauty and taste and value in its own right, and you can say “I love apple flavor,” no matter which of them you’ve experienced.
I’ll leave you with a funny conversation between me and Honor last night:
Honor: Tell me you love me.
Me: I love you.
Honor: *smiles* Good.
Me: Tell me it back!
Me: Tell me you love me too!
Honor: I love you. Too. Baby.
Me: That’s right you do!!
I don’t know what we are doing. MH took daughter and I to a nice, expensive dinner last night. We had a great time.
I was thinking oh, this friendship thing is totally working for us. Until the unbelievably beautiful Korean hostess starts flirting with him. I think she actually asked our server if she could wait on our table. Because she kept coming over in her short skirt and long hair, swaying her non-existent (ha!) hips. Then I decided that the friendship thing was gonna be on hold for awhile. I was so jealous, even though he was not even paying attention to that crazy hostess. She was actually beginning to look a fool. But my claws came out anyways. I made a point of whispering in his ear and giggling at everything he said. I caressed his arm…. Dear me. I couldn’t help myself!
I don’t know if he’s even pretending to just be friends anyways. I’m avoiding the conversation though. For right now, this works.
As long as he doesn’t start flirting back with hot girls at least :)