Happiness meets Prose

It’s a cold, gray, and winterish day and I’m listening to T.S.O.
So far, I’ve drank several cups of coffee (the freshly ground stuff) , wrote in my journal, wrote a letter, and read books- one that was good and one that was pointless and not even funny or random in its pointlessness. It belongs to the “read when I can’t sleep” genre. But it’s a good day because it’s a day coming after a great weekend. :)
My weekend consisted of my boyfriend, Adrian, visiting and us going on our first date. First dates are interesting and funny and sometimes have potential for embarrassment. For instance, we had a lovely dinner and then we went to leave and I headed for the first available exit. Unfortunately, I don’t think it led outside but rather to the kitchen- I was stopped before I found out for sure. Laughs. Another really cool thing about dating would be how doors magically opened for me all weekend. But that’s just a small benefit I think, there are far greater ones.
I found it incredibly amusing how interested people become in your life once you’re dating. I wonder why that is? Maybe it’s because dating and marriage are the kinds of relationships many people view as the epitome of “relationship”. It’s the closest to a “perfect relationship” we will find on earth with another human and perfect relationships are what we all really desire. Or maybe we’re simply in love with the idea of being in love.
Whatever the case, we had many spectators; Women who wanted details, men who decided I need more then one father figure and children who just like to point and giggle.
Then he left and I had to go to work. :( At work, I had customer-friends who are interested in my love life and are now demanding wedding invitations. Beyond that, it was very prosaic. I served food. I cleaned tables. I listened to the redneck dishwasher talk about how he’s improving his circumstances by remodeling his trailer. Laughs. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate initiative, it’s just ironic sometimes. :)
Today I must go back to my prosaic work place but its ok, its life and it’s a good day to be alive.
~ Sonya ~