strike that

Not A Real Green Dress (that's cruel)

Sara Silverman was interviewed in the Sunday Times Magazine back in January. Do you wish, asked Deborah Solomon, that your show was on HBO rather than Comedy Central? No, said Sara Silverman. She had worked hard to make shows for HBO, and they never got shot. Comedy Central liked her stuff. I’m one of those lucky people who’s attracted to people who like me, she said.

I like that.

Yesterday Operaman said he was thinking of driving up here after his Tuesday chem lab. Which we haven’t done before because on Tuesday night he has lots of work and on Wednesday morning he has class in Corvallis and I have Celia’s at seven thirty. Mostly we find time somewhere between Thursday and Sunday. But that was feeling far away so he said it.

And I made it through a long Tuesday - the kind that happens in front of a computer from eight till five, interrupted only by a two hour meeting – thinking that maybe at the end of it all he would turn up. But instead when I got out of the two hour long meeting there was an email, and the email said All Work No Play Tonight.

This made me cranky. Though upon closer inspection I realized that trading my lunch break for a coffee break had perhaps affected my blood sugar. In any case I was cranky when he called a couple hours later to check in, and I tried really hard not to be but I was having trouble putting good sentences together, and we decided to talk again after eating.

Fifteen minutes later I was on my way to the hippie vegan place for a bowl of quinoa and sprouts or whatever when he called again. I think I made a miscalculation, he said. I’m on my way to I-5.

Oh No! I said. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just cranky. I need to eat. It was nearly seven.

No, he said. I thought about what I most want to be doing, and that’s doing my work there with you. We Have A Good Thing, he said. It’s Worth Some Effort.

So now if I prop myself up a little and look over the screen of my laptop there he is, writing code, and here I am, feeling like a thousand pearly sea treasures. And can I just say how obscenely nice it is dating someone who goes out of his way to have me around even when it is neither convenient nor sensible? Because I am one of those lucky people who’s attracted to people who like me. Which would sound asinine and obvious, except for the overwhelming number of people out there who are really only attracted to people who Do Not like them. And shit! What a harder life that must be.

I feel like I’m coming off about three years of going out of my way for an assortment of charming boys who were more or less indifferent to me, who maybe liked me well enough, when it was easy. Or who would have liked me, except that I was careless enough to like them back. Or Whatever. And it happened enough times in a row that I was really starting to worry – I mean Really starting to have some issues about it.

And clearly the fact that a guy drives a long way to see you is not sufficient - this one has plenty of kickass to keep me paying attention. But the driving, etc, is Necessary. It is fabulous. And right now it is just what I needed.

posted by tortaluga @ 11:15 PM