Tuesday, August 08, 2006

True Love

I was going to post a little snippet of a conversation between Reha and myself, but in the interest of marital bliss, I’m going to forego disclosing that small sample of life between a man and woman who’ve been married for thousands of years.

Instead, you get the IM conversation that we had about whether or not to post the first conversation.

Me: “Too much?” (ed. note: as in, did I go too far?)
R: “I just like my privacy”
R: “I’m not talking to the whole world.”
R: “You know?”
Me: “But it’s funny!”
R: “Which I know is dispositive in your worldview.”
. . .
Me: “Now I have to go look up dispositive.”

Proof that I can always be distracted from a task if you start to use big words that I don’t understand.

And by things that sparkle. 

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Holy Crap! Look at all this STUFF down here. It's awesome!

 

Really, I'm glad you made it down here. Almost no one ever comes down here. I'm like in a freaking dungeon down here. I get lonely. But not you. YOU made it all the way to the end of the page. For this I think I've a little crush on you. I don't know, is "love" to strong a word to use in this situation? Well, if it's not "love," then it's very strong "like." I'm totally in like with you for coming down here. You are awesome. Please love me back! I know, I know, I shouldn't be all needy, it's not attractive at all, but you don't know how it is to be stuck down here. Who scrolls all the way to the end of a page anymore these days? Anyway, thanks for shedding some light down here in the depths. I appreciate it. Shoot me an email and I'll send you a dollar, OK?

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