Although I haven't mentioned much about it, I do have a wonderful relationship with a young man who I previously referred to as uhh...Jumbo (lmao) in one of my posts earlier this year...around March or April probably.
We were neighbors waaay back in the day, separated by my father's strong dedication to this greedy ass country when he go transferred to a Naval base in Wacksonville, brought back together over a decade later by the ever-so-convenient social media network equivalence to crack-cocaine(facebook), only to realize how amazing each of us have grown to be....for each other.
Disney material, yea?
(If you are in fact interested in this storyline, my agents name just so happens to be very similar to, if not exactly the same as, my name and also has the exact same contact number, fb page, and location, thank you.)
I know, I know...you're probably baffled that I failed miserably at dating (as documented in earlier blogs that will not be mentioned by myself, but you are more than welcome to browse) and found hope and success in such an awkward, forbidden place. But ya know, shit happens...and not all shit is...bad...shit? I don't know exactly where I was going with that but anyway...he's coming to visit next week and I'm pretty excited.
He was here a few weeks ago actually and that was our first time "meeting" since what I'll refer to as the "Big Split", and it was like we never were apart for 10+ years. The chemistry is amazing. I'd like to point out that I definitely believe we're so close only because we had a very strong friendship first. I won't share his secrets with the Internet world but I told this guy that I currently, as a grown adult, pick my boogers...AND eat those things and he was still down with the idea of being with me.?? Last kid I told that to probably left the date and immediately went into solitary confinement voluntarily after touching my hand...he was a neat-freak though and highly annoying and maybe I showed him how I picked my nose and ate it too just to get him to back the hell away from me but hey...tomato, tomahtoe?...(I apologize for wandering around aimlessly with these cliche phrases...sounds good in my head though, in my defense)
So yes, we were friends first, and I've always believed that a sturdy, solid (hmm..redundant much?aha) intimate relationship between 2 people should be built from the bottom up...meaning it should start from a friendship and grow into companionship instead of starting with the intentions of gaining companionship and then trying to form a friendship with your partner...
Did that make sense?
Of course it did because I'm the one who said it. I'm kidding...you know how humble I am!
No but seriously, slightly more than 90% of the things I write on here are pretty damn accurate to those who can read....OK, well I'm getting off topic (clearly)
So he's coming next week and I love when he visits because he makes me forget how miserable I feel in Jacksonville. I love showing him the places that I used to frequent until they brought boredom to my psyche. He makes Jacksonville exciting again for me. I love bringing him to Publix for their greasy, perfectly crisped chicken and walking around boring ass regency with him just to do nothing and still have a great time. I love driving to the beach, even on a gloomy day but only if he's with me. And no...don't you dare assume that I'm a hypocrite for letting a man determine my happiness because you are, in fact, dead ass wrong...or "highly mistaken" for my more conservative readers. I'm not letting him determine my happiness. I'm enjoying his company while he enjoys mine, showing him what I like to do while showing him new things, encouraging him to get to know me and what I'm surrounded by on a day-to-day basis so that he can learn more ways to love me for who I am and for where I've come from. I'm sure that when the day comes and I visit him in Philly, he'll show me his favorite spots and let me meet his friends and family and do shit with me that he would normally consider boring because he's done it a trillion times; but he won't care wtf we're doing, just like I don't care wtf we're doing because we'll be together when we do whatever the hell it is that we choose to do. So there you have it...Deena is no hypocrite, dammit...word to ya mother and all her home girls .
I'm so happy with us and despite my everyday struggles as a single mother of 2, he makes even the worst of days seem like a dream that I know will be over soon. Nothing can ever really bother me while this guy is in my corner with me because he's an awesome support system (of course not quite as good as my sister and mother but he's pretty damn close) and I love him for that. No matter what the issue, he's there for me. If not physically, I know I can call him and vent my little heart out. I could even go as far as assuming he would be there for me if, by chance, I found myself drunkenly slumped over trying to crap on a toilet while my kids watched with puzzling faces and accurate conclusions that I was asleep on this particular hypothetical toilet. He'd be there for me...I just know it (and that's only assuming something this bizarre would ever occur).
-deena <3
We were neighbors waaay back in the day, separated by my father's strong dedication to this greedy ass country when he go transferred to a Naval base in Wacksonville, brought back together over a decade later by the ever-so-convenient social media network equivalence to crack-cocaine(facebook), only to realize how amazing each of us have grown to be....for each other.
Disney material, yea?
(If you are in fact interested in this storyline, my agents name just so happens to be very similar to, if not exactly the same as, my name and also has the exact same contact number, fb page, and location, thank you.)
I know, I know...you're probably baffled that I failed miserably at dating (as documented in earlier blogs that will not be mentioned by myself, but you are more than welcome to browse) and found hope and success in such an awkward, forbidden place. But ya know, shit happens...and not all shit is...bad...shit? I don't know exactly where I was going with that but anyway...he's coming to visit next week and I'm pretty excited.
He was here a few weeks ago actually and that was our first time "meeting" since what I'll refer to as the "Big Split", and it was like we never were apart for 10+ years. The chemistry is amazing. I'd like to point out that I definitely believe we're so close only because we had a very strong friendship first. I won't share his secrets with the Internet world but I told this guy that I currently, as a grown adult, pick my boogers...AND eat those things and he was still down with the idea of being with me.?? Last kid I told that to probably left the date and immediately went into solitary confinement voluntarily after touching my hand...he was a neat-freak though and highly annoying and maybe I showed him how I picked my nose and ate it too just to get him to back the hell away from me but hey...tomato, tomahtoe?...(I apologize for wandering around aimlessly with these cliche phrases...sounds good in my head though, in my defense)
So yes, we were friends first, and I've always believed that a sturdy, solid (hmm..redundant much?aha) intimate relationship between 2 people should be built from the bottom up...meaning it should start from a friendship and grow into companionship instead of starting with the intentions of gaining companionship and then trying to form a friendship with your partner...
Did that make sense?
Of course it did because I'm the one who said it. I'm kidding...you know how humble I am!
No but seriously, slightly more than 90% of the things I write on here are pretty damn accurate to those who can read....OK, well I'm getting off topic (clearly)
So he's coming next week and I love when he visits because he makes me forget how miserable I feel in Jacksonville. I love showing him the places that I used to frequent until they brought boredom to my psyche. He makes Jacksonville exciting again for me. I love bringing him to Publix for their greasy, perfectly crisped chicken and walking around boring ass regency with him just to do nothing and still have a great time. I love driving to the beach, even on a gloomy day but only if he's with me. And no...don't you dare assume that I'm a hypocrite for letting a man determine my happiness because you are, in fact, dead ass wrong...or "highly mistaken" for my more conservative readers. I'm not letting him determine my happiness. I'm enjoying his company while he enjoys mine, showing him what I like to do while showing him new things, encouraging him to get to know me and what I'm surrounded by on a day-to-day basis so that he can learn more ways to love me for who I am and for where I've come from. I'm sure that when the day comes and I visit him in Philly, he'll show me his favorite spots and let me meet his friends and family and do shit with me that he would normally consider boring because he's done it a trillion times; but he won't care wtf we're doing, just like I don't care wtf we're doing because we'll be together when we do whatever the hell it is that we choose to do. So there you have it...Deena is no hypocrite, dammit...word to ya mother and all her home girls .
I'm so happy with us and despite my everyday struggles as a single mother of 2, he makes even the worst of days seem like a dream that I know will be over soon. Nothing can ever really bother me while this guy is in my corner with me because he's an awesome support system (of course not quite as good as my sister and mother but he's pretty damn close) and I love him for that. No matter what the issue, he's there for me. If not physically, I know I can call him and vent my little heart out. I could even go as far as assuming he would be there for me if, by chance, I found myself drunkenly slumped over trying to crap on a toilet while my kids watched with puzzling faces and accurate conclusions that I was asleep on this particular hypothetical toilet. He'd be there for me...I just know it (and that's only assuming something this bizarre would ever occur).
-deena <3
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