I can't get enough of Adele's 'Someone Like You'. Especially...
"Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?"
Ooooohhhh, that last line. Whew.
It's funny how your memory works. (Like, you know your mama whooped you as a child, but you can't remember the pain.) Memories of men gone by are vague. Maybe it's because of that or maybe it's because I was one of the lucky ones and never experienced it in the first place - either way, I have no memory of something as bittersweet as this very moment.
He came into my life for an extremely clear (to me) reason; for that I'll forever be grateful. While I tip my hat to my creator for packaging my saving grace from the most horrible dating situation of my life in such a yummy and mentally-stimulating way...it still tastes so unbelievably bittersweet.
Why couldn’t he at least stay for a season? (If I had it my way, he would stay for a lifetime).
Okay, I get the fact that his purpose was to show me that there are still wonderful men out there and I didn’t have to settle for what the previous one was offering. Knowing that is sweet, so sweet.
But the bitter comes in because of just how wonderful he is. He’s what dreams are made of. Oh why can’t my dreams become a reality?
Hmmm, maybe there's hope for that after all. Adele continues...
"Nevermind I'll find someone like you..."
And I will; no doubt about it.
Perhaps this doesn't taste bittersweet at all. Maybe it's neutral; a palate-cleanser, like pickled ginger on a plate of sushi. I guess I have no choice but to sit back and wait for the next course.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
For you, on your birthday
Today you are 40.
But to me, you are also so much more.
You're quite possibly the most covertly-funny man I've ever met. I already laugh a lot, but the amount was substantially boosted during every conversation with you. You're funny in a natural, rather than "Hey, let me tell you a joke!", kind of way. I wish you a lifetime of laughter.
You're as mentally-stimulating as one person can possibly be. You caused and even encouraged me to consider multiple points of view and deeply reflect on various aspects of life. But none of that beat the task of comparing and contrasting the Booty Warrior news clip to the corresponding Boondocks episode. I'm certainly a better person because of that. I wish you a lifetime of experiences and conversations that also stimulate your mind.
You're (in the words of Roald Dahl) scrumpdiddlyumptious! From the top of your bald head, to your sock-clad feet, and everything in between - my only reaction is "Yes, please." I try to keep this blog as PG-13 as possible, so let's just stop there. I wish you a lifetime as the recipient of second glances.
You're a model member of your fraternity. You also believe that we should work much harder than we play. You're active with the organization, but not to the point that it completely overtakes your life. You also are the type of member that supports neighboring chapters, even if they are not directly related to your own. I wish you a lifetime of reflections on and appreciations of the events at Thirkield Hall 100 years ago.
You're one of the smartest men I know. Two Masters degrees alone doesn't make you so, even if one is from NATS. The way you consistently apply that gained knowledge to the world around you is certainly a treat to witness. I wish you a lifetime of getting the answer to Final Jeopardy correct.
You're also dependable, driven, and kind. But I'll bring this to a close. Heck, there's a good chance your (beautiful) eyes may never even read these words. Besides, this is not anything you don't already know.
Happy Birthday...and many more.
But to me, you are also so much more.
You're quite possibly the most covertly-funny man I've ever met. I already laugh a lot, but the amount was substantially boosted during every conversation with you. You're funny in a natural, rather than "Hey, let me tell you a joke!", kind of way. I wish you a lifetime of laughter.
You're as mentally-stimulating as one person can possibly be. You caused and even encouraged me to consider multiple points of view and deeply reflect on various aspects of life. But none of that beat the task of comparing and contrasting the Booty Warrior news clip to the corresponding Boondocks episode. I'm certainly a better person because of that. I wish you a lifetime of experiences and conversations that also stimulate your mind.
You're (in the words of Roald Dahl) scrumpdiddlyumptious! From the top of your bald head, to your sock-clad feet, and everything in between - my only reaction is "Yes, please." I try to keep this blog as PG-13 as possible, so let's just stop there. I wish you a lifetime as the recipient of second glances.
You're a model member of your fraternity. You also believe that we should work much harder than we play. You're active with the organization, but not to the point that it completely overtakes your life. You also are the type of member that supports neighboring chapters, even if they are not directly related to your own. I wish you a lifetime of reflections on and appreciations of the events at Thirkield Hall 100 years ago.
You're one of the smartest men I know. Two Masters degrees alone doesn't make you so, even if one is from NATS. The way you consistently apply that gained knowledge to the world around you is certainly a treat to witness. I wish you a lifetime of getting the answer to Final Jeopardy correct.
You're also dependable, driven, and kind. But I'll bring this to a close. Heck, there's a good chance your (beautiful) eyes may never even read these words. Besides, this is not anything you don't already know.
Happy Birthday...and many more.
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