You just know

I've always hated the platitudes people would tell me in a relationship. I felt they were trite and insincere, even when they had my best interests at heart.

"It'll happen for you when you least expect it."
"You're a wonderful person, and someday someone will realize that."
"I can't explain what love is, you just know."

You get the jist. Ok, I'll be the first to admit that I was wrong and they were right. It does happen when you least expect it, and you do just know.

I know it seems fast, considering we've only been dating for two months, but this is it for me and he feels the same way. It's like we were just waiting for each other to compliment. And he does make me a priority, and I do the same for him. I apologize if this post is mushy, and my statuses on Facebook have been less than hilarious lately, but I can only write what I feel.

I was happy before, there is no doubt about that. I loved my life and the people in it, but that happiness is nothing compared to how I feel now. Well, it's official now, I've posted it on the interwebs. :)

No association, really!

Why is it the first question people ask about Marty is "does he work for Kroger?" It's like they assume I don't get outside that circle and all of my acquaintances live and work for Kroger. I know other people too, I swear! There's all the guys from Ultimate, and the volunteers with Give Back Cincinnati. Plus, I know people from kickball too (although most are through Kroger). Surprisingly, Marty falls into none of these categories. I actually did not know him at all before we were introduced. And I know everyone in Cincinnati, or so I've been told. Even Marty has noticed I see someone I know everywhere we go. Oh well, what can I say? I'm popular! :D

Something else going on with my life

I'm finally finished moving. Spent 5 hours with Marty yesterday cleaning the old place, and turned in the keys. I may not be done unpacking, but everything I own is in my new apartment downtown, 4 blocks from work. And the best part is I'm now 15 minutes from Marty's place instead of 45. Also, there's always a parking space in front of my building, so if I come back late, I don't have to park in the garage 3 blocks away and walk through a sketchy area, I just have to walk across the street. If my car gets hurt, oh well, that's what insurance is for. I love my new place, and once I finally get my computer up and working, I may actually post pictures of it and of the many adventures I've had since February, which is the last time I did post any photos.

Now I just need to find my full memory card . . .

Boys are my favorite subject

I was looking over old posts, and I saw I never gave closure to a few items.  Obviously, I ended things with the musician.  We were never on the same page, and he is a lot of fun, but not the commitment type.  I'd like to think we're still friends, as I attended several of his shows this year, but I think the band broke up.  DH has a girlfriend now, and we're still friends and hang out once in a while. 

Between them and now, I dated Olu and Jason (at the same time :-/), because neither one had all the qualities I was looking for, but between them, I had a good time.  Olu was too involved in school to have enough time for me, and Jason ended up having a girlfriend that he didn't tell me about.  Nice.  I also had some single dates (Steve the cop is a memorable story for later), a lot of making out, and exchanges of numbers.  Basically, I had a hell of a good time!

In the meantime, I was ramping up my online dating, and had two guys that were very promising, Ed and Subbu.  Ed moved here from Columbus and didn't know anyone, and was painfully shy.  He liked my profile on Chemistry.com and we started emailing each other before he moved.  This continued for a month, and on the weekend that he moved, we agreed to meet for lunch and see what happened.  We ended up talking for hours, right into the dinner rush!  I dated Ed for a couple of months, and every date was full of conversation but he would never make a move on me, and it was frustrating.  I even did the typical flirty things, like brush lint off, adjust his collar, lean in close, and nothing.  We went out one last time before I left on vacation with my parents to Florida, and I thought everything was fine.  We texted a couple of times while I was gone, but I tried to connect with him again when I got back, and he wouldn't return any text or phone call.  The end.

Subbu was a different story.  He also liked my profile and we chatted for over a month.  The problem was he lives in Wooster, and I live here.  So we finally decided to meet up in Columbus.  It was an instant connection and we hung out for 10 hours!  We managed to talk every day and met up several times between that first meeting and recently.  He's a great guy and very good with massage, which he was always willing to give, but the distance was too much of an issue, and he was just starting his tenure track in Wooster.  We didn't even get to a point of discussing it because he would always pull back.  I ended it with him a little while ago.

And then I met Marty . . .

New year, just a little delayed.

I haven't posted in awhile since I couldn't do it from work, and I haven't turned on my computer in 3 months at home.  I have a lot to say about this year so far, so i'm going to try and post in chunks to make it a good read for a bit.

And now for something completely different . . .

Two short stories:

I heard my cat scrambling a while back through the apartment, and I thought, "what the hell?!?"  She was chasing a mouse, which I thought was impossible to get in a second story apartment.  I was certainly wrong on that count.  Well, my declawed cat finally caught it, and brought it to me in her mouth. It was still alive, and I didn't want to kill it by dumping it in the toilet that was close by.  I decided to set it free outside.  So, I'm carrying the car to the balcony while she carries the squeaking mouse in her mouth.  It's 7am, I'm on my balcony in my nightgown, and I'm shaking the cat, shouting "RELEASE!! RELEASE!!"  She finally does, right onto my bare foot!  The mouse scampers off right back into the apartment, and I scream bloody murder!  I was so grossed out, I went in and immediately washed my foot.  The mouse currently resides inside my dryer vent in the kitchen, and the cat stands vigil most days.  I don't want to think about what happens when it comes out again.

I was attempting to pump gas at Shell a few weeks ago, and the pump wouldn't work.  I'd already swiped my card, and the pump locked up, so the last thing I wanted to do was move my car ahead to another pump and try again.  So I proceeded to the store to have the pump unlocked.  I managed to trip over the curb, and as I was wearing Birkenstocks, I ripped a large chunk out of my big toe.  I went in the store, and the cashier was extremely busy.  She sees my foot and starts to freak out.  I told her, "just give me some paper towels, and unlock my pump, so I can go.  I'm 2 minutes from home."  She spends the next five minutes trying to deal with my pump while I get pissed off that she won't UNLOCK MY PUMP.  Finally, I take a wad of paper towels and stuff them in my shoe so she can't see it bleeding anymore, and guide her outside.  She unlocks my pump, 20 minutes after my first request.  Sheesh.  Oh, and my foot's fine now.

Wistful

Every once in a while I feel a pang because I see 21 come up on my news feed for Facebook.  I stopped subscribing to his status updates, I no longer text him, and I don't stalk him on there anymore.  But still, I see a glimpse on there, and I get a little wistful.  He's joined the National Guard, concentrating with the Marines, and I think the discipline is just what he needs.  I think being single, makes me think we could get back together sometime, but I know the reality is never.  I sent him a text on Christmas wishing him the very best and a Merry Christmas.  I didn't expect a response, and I didn't get one.

The way things ended with us kind of left things open to that.  I showed up at his house because we were supposed to go see Rocky Horror, and he acted surprised that I was there.  As of the previous night, we were still going, and we had even made dinner plans.  He told me his paycheck was delayed and he ran out of minutes again, and he just assumed I was going to go with someone else.

We argued about it, and I asked him if I had a title, and what we were doing.  He told me that he had a lot going on right now, and it just wasn't the right time for us.  It went on some more in this vein, and he had to go in and cook his mom her anniversary dinner.  He told me to call him the next day at a specific time.  I tried to do that, and got his voicemail repeatedly.  I finally got through via text, several hours later, and we talked for a bit.  He repeated that it just wasn't the right time for us.  That's the last I've heard from him.

I don't regret the relationship, or the ending.  He's not the one, and I see that.  But like I said, every once in a while, I see his name on my news feed, and I feel a pang of regret for pushing things.  I suppose if I were truly done, I'd defriend him, but I don't think I can yet.

**I meant to post this a month ago, but just now getting to it.  Don't worry, I'm fine.**