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Well no, actually he’s not, which I suppose is good because I’m not all that into rock music. I usually change the station, which would probably offend him. Also, I hear those rockers are way into drugs and spiked hair and strange piercings and tight leather, things that, to me, do not immediately say “potential husband.”
But imagine I had an inkling to take a hit in the back of a van, and suppose I wanted to introduce my dad to my new stage-savvy love: then he would be my rock star.
He sent me flowers today. At work. This has NEVER HAPPENED: not on Valentine’s day, not on my birthday, not ever (and it’s not for want of hint-dropping!). But today, March 31, he has taken a new step.
The card is beautiful:
“Dear M., This is for the wonderful changes that are coming our way. Love, J.”
We had something of a rough weekend; I think we’re both getting tired of just being, just feeling stagnant. I spent the majority of Saturday battling tourists downtown with a friend and her new roommate just because I needed to be out, be away, feel alive … i.e. spend time away from J. Sad, right?
The flowers are quickly melting those feelings. And? And, it turns out, he has planned a get-away weekend. Friday night, a mere four days away, we’ll head up to a bed & breakfast in Pennsylvania where we will, drumroll please, go wine tasting. YAY.
Suddenly, the day is in hot contention for Best Monday Ever. Amazing how fast things can turn around.
