Monday, June 13, 2005

Ripe

Monday.

Monday.

Monday.

Blechday.

I played poker for the 1st time this weekend.

Hixxy needs to play more poker. I think I could be pretty good at it. Bring on the Texas Hold Em. Bring it.

So far my domesticity with J. has been going quite well. Granted it’s only been two weeks, but considering all my stuff is in boxes and that the roommate is still around, we seem to be doing quite well, regardless of my need to watch the RealWorld in my bra by myself with a pint of Haagen Dazs, but we can get past that.

What’s fascinating me now is my level of “nurturing”. I remember my brother once saying about an ex-girlfriend that she wasn’t very nurturing. That another girl of his used to grow plants, and make art and make the apartment pretty. I worried that maybe I didn’t have the nurturing gene but am finding my nesting instinct to be quite intact.

I want to make the apartment pretty, I want it to be clean and nice and don’t mind doing the work to make it that way, and even feel a sense of feminist pride when it does. That somehow I made this place nice for “my man”.

I’m hoping this doesn’t take over completely and I turn into some kind of whack lady with plastic matching flowers, but would it be so bad to be real flowers? Would it?

Am I growing up? Is my necessity that I have a dog a precursor to wanting tiny children hanging from my mammaries? Are we going to get married as I walk down the aisle with my dottering stepfather? Am I going to be telling him that I need more attention when he comes home from work because I’ve been home talking googly to the kids all day?

Am I getting ahead of myself? I need a drink.

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