Surprises
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
In the beginning, everything is a mystery. When Hope and I started dating, started to learn each others’ likes and dislikes, our personality glitches and our idiosyncrasies, it seemed the learning curve was steep. “How do you take your coffee?” I asked, the first time we went to the Dinner – not even sure if she liked coffee. I approached each question with rabid curiosity hoping to learn more about this woman with whom I was falling in love.
Within the first few months, certain things became apparent: Hope hated fried food, had to sleep with her hair down ( I pulled mine in a bun), hated small talk, was ferociously loyal, was a talker not an AIM person, loved dogs and loved adventure. In the beginning you store this information like pieces of a puzzle, trying to construct, in your own mind, the full picture of the person.I didn’t take too long to piece Hope together, to be able to get a clear picture of who she is and to anticipate her actions. In the year that we have lived together (part-time, my place and the other half hers), I have learned her inner-workings, what makes her tick. I was pretty sure there were no more mysteries.
Hope can fall into a deep sleep for 15 minutes after work, awake without an alarm and have the energy to do her tae bo or her abs of steel. She was never late. Hope folds her t-shirts and underwears, instead of shoving them like sausages into the drawer. “You get more room this way,” she claims. She refuses to go to the beach without sunblock, even when I tell her that we wont burn, “I am olive. I don’t burn. It’s greasy, forget it.” Sure enough, hours later with angry red skin and a nasty tan, I inform her that she was right. Also, she will never trade dessert (at Cafe Lalu) for anything.
Now, with each gf I had, I had to learn each and everyone of them. Surely every single one was different. The Pearl was basically my twin – highly opinionated and defensive, loves a good beer and conversation and laughs at practically any joke thrown at her. The Gym Addict was a different and probably the hardest to learn but during the short months that we were together I managed to know that she hated girl cut tee-shirts, she loves sushi and is overly sentimental.
Perhaps it was the time Hope and I spent together that made me piece the puzzle to form the complete picture or perhaps it was just me eager to learn more about this amazing woman. And even with The Pearl (2 years together), I wanted to know everything about her. Coming from similar backgrounds, it made it easier for me to understand who she was. But, I feel with every break up, the puzzle pieces crumble and the picture vanishes.
I don’t know Hope anymore (as much as I am telling myself I still do). I don’t know what bothers her, what ticks her, what makes her smile anymore.
All I know is that when she makes up her mind about something or someone – you can’t try to change it.
I guess there will always be some surprises with Hope. (that’s one thing I liked about her)
Within the first few months, certain things became apparent: Hope hated fried food, had to sleep with her hair down ( I pulled mine in a bun), hated small talk, was ferociously loyal, was a talker not an AIM person, loved dogs and loved adventure. In the beginning you store this information like pieces of a puzzle, trying to construct, in your own mind, the full picture of the person.I didn’t take too long to piece Hope together, to be able to get a clear picture of who she is and to anticipate her actions. In the year that we have lived together (part-time, my place and the other half hers), I have learned her inner-workings, what makes her tick. I was pretty sure there were no more mysteries.
Hope can fall into a deep sleep for 15 minutes after work, awake without an alarm and have the energy to do her tae bo or her abs of steel. She was never late. Hope folds her t-shirts and underwears, instead of shoving them like sausages into the drawer. “You get more room this way,” she claims. She refuses to go to the beach without sunblock, even when I tell her that we wont burn, “I am olive. I don’t burn. It’s greasy, forget it.” Sure enough, hours later with angry red skin and a nasty tan, I inform her that she was right. Also, she will never trade dessert (at Cafe Lalu) for anything.
Now, with each gf I had, I had to learn each and everyone of them. Surely every single one was different. The Pearl was basically my twin – highly opinionated and defensive, loves a good beer and conversation and laughs at practically any joke thrown at her. The Gym Addict was a different and probably the hardest to learn but during the short months that we were together I managed to know that she hated girl cut tee-shirts, she loves sushi and is overly sentimental.
Perhaps it was the time Hope and I spent together that made me piece the puzzle to form the complete picture or perhaps it was just me eager to learn more about this amazing woman. And even with The Pearl (2 years together), I wanted to know everything about her. Coming from similar backgrounds, it made it easier for me to understand who she was. But, I feel with every break up, the puzzle pieces crumble and the picture vanishes.
I don’t know Hope anymore (as much as I am telling myself I still do). I don’t know what bothers her, what ticks her, what makes her smile anymore.
All I know is that when she makes up her mind about something or someone – you can’t try to change it.
I guess there will always be some surprises with Hope. (that’s one thing I liked about her)
Perhaps you should talk about the many girls you had (fucked) in between your "serious" relationships. hahaha. see, I should be mentioned somewhere in that entry.
awwww....
we're still friends, right?? lol
Lauren- umm...shh..(currently blushing)
Tiff - of course. if you were gay you'd be the perfect gf. ;)