As I've mentioned before, K and I work together. It's how we met.
Because of that, we literally spend almost every waking moment together (or in the same place). The good thing is, we do two completely different jobs which means I'm inside the office most of the day (staying a nice transparent white) while he's outside (working on his nice tan). It's not like we share an office and a desk and a chair and never leave each other's side.
It's more like I'll see him in passing (as I just did when he walked past my office two seconds ago! Cue the butterflies...). For the most part, I seriously love working with him. But then there are other days.
Like yesterday.
He was just in a bad mood. It wasn't anything I did or apparently anything I could fix. He was just in a crappy mood with everything going wrong. His phone wasn't working right so I'm trying to fix it and he just keeps snapping at me. So I snapped back. And immediately regretted it. I hate when he's in a bad mood and I don't help the cause and just add to his frustration.
We worked it out a few hours later with some "I'm sorry I snapped"/"I'm sorry I snapped back."/"I love you."/"I love you too, Pookie Bear." And all was A-okay in the world.
Do you work with your significant other? More importantly, could you work with your signifcant other?
Peace, love and snappity, snap, snap,
J
I'm J. He's K. And we live together.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
L.O.V.E.
Love is such a strange word indeed. L-O-V-E. Beautifully strange.
Last night on our drive home, I asked K when he knew he loved me. He said about two months into our relationship.
He didn't actually speak the words until a few months later. (Don't judge me, but I'm completely blanking on the exact date right now.)
From the minute I knew I loved him, I always wondered when and how he'd tell me he loved me. Prior to K, I've never been in love and never had anyone I truly cared about this way tell me they love me. (Am I pathetic? ha, maybe!) I remember calling my Aunt Lydia on the way home from work one day and telling her how he just gave me these intense butterflies...bigger and better than any other time. I just hoped he felt the same way.
It was the final night of the Star Wars exhibit at our local museum and K and I had yet to go together even though it was on our to-do list for months!We went and walked the exhibit, geeking out looking at all the cool displays and features. Along the way there were a few interactive places. At one point, we played Legos (his favorite...to this day!), building and testing different things (the only thing I like about science -- the hands on fun stuff!), and making our own robots at the very end. We seriously had the best time ever. As we were leaving the museum, in front of a main highway with cars whizzing by, K grabbed me and kissed me. But it was more than just any kiss we've ever had. It was that kiss! Then he told me he loved me.
I was so caught off guard. I'd practiced my response a million times in my head in anticipation of this moment. When the big moment finally came, I froze! I realized what just happened and mustered out an "I love you too." And that was it. My big moment came and went, in front of a Star Wars exhibit at a museum. Perfectly nerdy... just like us.
On a side note (becasue I'm full of those!), I did tell K I loved him once before. I was craving my favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream (Phish Food... YUM!) and went to the store to find it. I couldn't find it anywhere! I looked and looked and looked. Nothing. Then K walks up. "Oh, there it is!" he points. And there it was.
I grabbed him at his waist and hugged him and said "Ah! I love you!" After I realized what just happened, I kind of clammed up. Highly embarrassing. But look where we are now!
I just L.O.V.E. him... to pieces.
Peace, love and an extra helping of love,
J
Last night on our drive home, I asked K when he knew he loved me. He said about two months into our relationship.
He didn't actually speak the words until a few months later. (Don't judge me, but I'm completely blanking on the exact date right now.)
From the minute I knew I loved him, I always wondered when and how he'd tell me he loved me. Prior to K, I've never been in love and never had anyone I truly cared about this way tell me they love me. (Am I pathetic? ha, maybe!) I remember calling my Aunt Lydia on the way home from work one day and telling her how he just gave me these intense butterflies...bigger and better than any other time. I just hoped he felt the same way.
It was the final night of the Star Wars exhibit at our local museum and K and I had yet to go together even though it was on our to-do list for months!We went and walked the exhibit, geeking out looking at all the cool displays and features. Along the way there were a few interactive places. At one point, we played Legos (his favorite...to this day!), building and testing different things (the only thing I like about science -- the hands on fun stuff!), and making our own robots at the very end. We seriously had the best time ever. As we were leaving the museum, in front of a main highway with cars whizzing by, K grabbed me and kissed me. But it was more than just any kiss we've ever had. It was that kiss! Then he told me he loved me.
I was so caught off guard. I'd practiced my response a million times in my head in anticipation of this moment. When the big moment finally came, I froze! I realized what just happened and mustered out an "I love you too." And that was it. My big moment came and went, in front of a Star Wars exhibit at a museum. Perfectly nerdy... just like us.
On a side note (becasue I'm full of those!), I did tell K I loved him once before. I was craving my favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream (Phish Food... YUM!) and went to the store to find it. I couldn't find it anywhere! I looked and looked and looked. Nothing. Then K walks up. "Oh, there it is!" he points. And there it was.
I grabbed him at his waist and hugged him and said "Ah! I love you!" After I realized what just happened, I kind of clammed up. Highly embarrassing. But look where we are now!
I just L.O.V.E. him... to pieces.
Peace, love and an extra helping of love,
J
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