Yesterday I walked into a complete mess in the ER. It was awful; I was busy the entire 8 hours. And we had a psych patient. Psych patients creep me out. I’m sorry, I just can’t handle it. I don’t do old people well. And crazy old people? Forget it. I found a few minutes to check my text messages and tweets and found a bunch from The Boy including these gems:
The Boy: Shaba At work text message #1. This message is brought to you by my love, which is boundless, and the stain fighting power of Tide with Bleach.
After I said I was so ready to leave (at around 3 hours into my shift).
The Boy: I’d rescue you, underwear outside of the pants and everything.
Life went on. I got very busy with admissions and Dr.’s yelling at me and surgeons making me feel like I was an idiot because I can’t read their minds. I dislike surgeons. A lot. That arrogance and ego they have in Grey’s? Yep. True. Anyway, later, about an hour before my shift was over I received a message that once again reminded me how insanely perfect this boy is for me. It read:
Cleaning product commercials offend me. It’s always women and they always look so happy to be cleaning.
Be still my heart.
After I got out of work and called The Boy this message transitioned into a full on conversation about the ridiculousness of cleaning commercials, Sarah Haskins, and how tween targeted television shows are the work of the devil. Even after hundreds of hours of talking about everything under the sun, we can still talk about everything (and nothing) and the hours fly by. Our relationship is long distance, very long distance. 400 miles of long distance. So we’ve spent a lot of time on the phone, writing emails, and just really communicating. I know what he wants out of life. He knows what I want. Our wants are identical. He makes me laugh, doesn’t get mad at me when I’m grumpy for no real reason, and can handle my neurosis and criticisms of his Gemini personality (The Boy likes to talk. A lot. Sometimes I get irrationally angry when he points out the buildings that reside down every other street. He still loves me.) Add in the fact that he’s got a great HOH, gorgeous eyes, and the ability to me smile within minutes and I can’t imagine wanting anything else in a human being.
I think this could be it my friends. I truly, truly do.
