Current mood:

hopeful

Wuv . . . twue wuv . . .
My housemates are having a heart-to-heart in the living room, so I'm holing up in my room and figured I'd post to fritter away the time. That's really a lame reason for posting; I oughta post in order to keep friends and family up-to-date on my life's happenings and whatnot.

Well, one reason I haven't updated much lately is because of the ultimate of "I'm too busy to do X" reasons: a significant other. I met a girl. Really, a woman.

An OLDER woman.

Okay, so maybe 36 doesn't seem that old to some of you who, well, ARE 36. But to me, little mr. "not quite 30," it seems like a big gap. Also, to little mr. "not ready to grow up or settle down quite yet," it's somewhat scary. Obviously, a 36-year-old woman is going to have different goals, intentions, etc., than a mid-twenties gal. Plus, all kinds of other things have sprung to mind . . . our lack of common interests, different backgrounds, different, well, EVERYTHING.

But the weird part is, they don't matter. I don't have a choice. I'm in love. So is she (Jenn). Done. Case closed. Nothing to do but ride it out. And I don't seem to mind, not one bit. Sorry, I don't mean to go all melodramatic and Romeo & Juliet on everyone, but I'm really feeling pretty amazed by all this. We've known each other for about a month, so I'm sure there are still things to learn, things to discover, ugly hidden sides to reveal, but there's a comfort between us that just blows me away. I'm also pretty renowned among my closest friends for falling head-over-heels for cute girls, totally losing my head and having hugely high expectations. This is just like that . . . only different. First of all, it's mutual. And yeah, there's a part of me that wonders, is the reason it's so easy for me to fall for her because she's so willing to fall for me? Maybe a bit. But it still puts us on very similar playing fields, and means that inside maybe we're very similar. Both cheesy (yet moody) romantics. And second, I don't think she's perfect. I don't want to spend every waking minute with her. Yet I think she's wonderful, and I want to spend at least part of every day talking to her, being with her, e-mailing her, or SOMEthing.

When I wake up with her (yep, we've had sleepovers . . . this is the '00s, for cryin' out loud!), I think that I want to keep on waking up with her, morning after morning.

Of course, there's more . . . but just in case my dad is reading this (Dad, I expect a phone call if you are, because I know the anticipation and potential horror of my next revelations have gotta be killin' ya), I'll take it slow and only mention one thing at a time. So, older woman, check, there you go.

In other news, I was all set and ready to go visit my sister Jen in Charleston last weekend (and my dad, who lives in FL within driving range). Had the tickets booked, halfway packed, go to check in online . . . and the flight is cancelled. Predicted snow in Chicago.

First of all, United Airlines' customer service kinda blows. They used a voice-response robot with an imitation human voice, spouting phrases like "okay," and "got it," and "sounds good," mixing it up so you'd feel more like you were talking to a normal person. Just made me feel creepy. Then when I gave up on it and said "Agent!" (which is the word you speak to mr. robot if you get sick of him and want to talk to a real person), it took 20 minutes to get one.

Anyway, no voucher offered, just a choice between my money back and a later flight. Well, the only later flight available was at 5 pm, when the original flight was scheduled to leave at 7 am. That would get me into Charleston at midnight, and my flight back was scheduled for 7 am on Sunday . . . so I'd have a whopping 30 hours in Charleston. Greeaaaaatttt.

I decided on the money-back option, much as it disappointed me (and Jen, and Dad). Jen's pet recently died, and it has been a rough time for her, so I was looking forward to giving her a big hug. Not to mention, MN = brrr and SC = warm. Gonna have to look for another cheap airfare, and soon . . . if I go down and visit while it's still cold, I get fun fam time AND bragging rights about being in a warm place.

Awright, laundry time.