Facebook Status
I spend a lot of time on Facebook. I don’t quantify it because I don’t want to know how many hours I’ve lost there that I won’t get back but since I am NOT going to watch the next cycle of America’s Next Top Model this year (I’m not, I’m not, I’m not) technically that frees up 13 hours.
When Tsarskoe Selo (TS) and I first reconnected via (what else?) Facebook, I friended him into the more than 200 Facebook friends I had at the time. Trading emails gave way to exchanging texts, as many as 150 one Saturday ( I want to give an unsolicited shout-out to Sprint’s Everything Plan!) and then phone calls that left my stomach muscles sore from laughing. We talked less about the past then what I would have imagined and instead have found new things that we have in common, books and music we both like and a similar life lens.
I’ve always been something of a dreamer and there are certain adolescent fantasies that I’ve held onto as an adult. I apologize less for this now than I might have at another point in my life. Dreams have helped keep me from drowning in the cynicism for which I am prone. I still want the happy ending, want to fall stupidly in love with someone who thinks that being with me is magic.
If I’d met TS for the first time at this stage in my life, he would have gotten his own blog entry anyway. An attorney in family law, he is interesting, smart, engaging and beyond funny he has many of the qualities that I look for in a man. That I found these qualities in someone I already knew, doesn’t make my feelings about him any less real. I won’t be back in Kansas City for several months, I’m already sitting at his favorite restaurant drinking coffee, the carcass of the morning newspaper between us, moving toward a future that has him in it.
If it existed, I’d change my Facebook status to “falling”.
I couldn’t be happier reading your blog, feeling your excitment and holding the bucket of hope I have been saving for you when the moment was right. I love you! Who wouldn’t