- 5 years ago
This weekend SO and I went to our college reunion. It had the potential to be crazy romantic and thoughtful as this was the place where we first met/dated/kissed/xxx’d y’know… all the good stuff.
Of course what actually ended up happening was that we, and the group of friends we went with, got good and drunk at the lunch time open bar and drunkenly toured the campus reminising about our youth.
Now, though I had an awesome time, later that night it struck me that all the hoping and dreaming and horoscope reading in anticipation of this weekend had been a huge waste. I felt disapointed. Well SO is ridiculously good at noticing when I’ve fallen into a pouty mood and asked me about it. I admitted that I let myself get my hopes up, built things up in my mind, and now I felt a little let down and sulky.
He grinned and in a sing-song tone said, “good things come to those wait!” and I replied, “I will kill you.”
Not really, I just thought it really hard. What I did say was, “for how many more years?!”
To which he responded, “not years, weeks!”
Oh. Well okay then. Guess I can be patient for another couple of months…:D 😀 😀 woooo!