Lately I've been writing about the more "serious" reasons that I love Tyler because, you know, as endearing as I find his unzipped fly, he has many, many other good and more important qualities that deserve posts. Worry not, dear reader, I will still post about those adorable quirks in the coming months, but for now, I shall focus on the things that truly matter.
Tyler listens to the unimportant stuff.
Hello. My name is Jordyn and I am a sugar addict. Since I was a wee bairn I have gobbled up cookies and candy and cake and pie and ice cream and all the delicious things we are not supposed to eat without much thought to my health. Oh sure, when I started to feel like a heifer, I would cut back but it wouldn't be long before my surrender to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
Around Halloween this year, I was feeling like that heifer again. (Tyler didn't see it. Rest assured that will be a post all on its own.) So I decided to not eat sugar until Thanksgiving. All right. Groovy. I can do this. Yes. Yes, I can. But not without talking Tyler's ear off. Oh, my wonderful, wonderful man. Do you know what he's had to endure? Endless, endless chatter about my cravings. Statistics. Calorie content. Let's watch documentaries about obesity! I want Twizzlers. I want Snickers. Gimme, gimme, gimme!
If I could just shut up, that would be one thing. But I can't shut up. I hear myself being annoying, and I still can't stop it. Here's the point: Tyler probably could give a rat's ass that I want to eat an entire tub of Cool Whip, but if I were to say it, he would laugh. I doubt he wants to hear about it any of it, but since it's important to me, it's important to him. He is interested in what I have to say even when he is isn't. And never once has he said something in the vein of "Hey, can we maybe not talk about how much you want to devour a box of doughnuts tonight?" Tyler just listens, nods, and smiles.
Have I mentioned how lucky I am?
(Don't worry, there will be a "Tyler listens to the important stuff" post!)
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Friday, November 20, 2015
Reason I Love Tyler #44
I have been meaning to do a post on this one for a while. Every time it happens, I think to myself: "Why haven't I posted about this yet??" It's not as important as last week's (what is?), but it still means a lot to me.
Tyler visits me on my lunch break. Often.
Although Tyler and I live about five minutes apart, he works far, far away (about a 40 minute drive). We also work different schedules, with our weekends falling on non-coinciding days. This isn't ideal, but we have and will continue to make it work. Anyway, while I've come down to Lewiston to visit Tyler at work a few times, he consistently visits me on my thirty minute lunch break. Now, I know this might not seem like a big deal; all he has is a five minute drive. Whoop-de-do. But, he makes it a priority to come hang out with me. Depending on my schedule, that might mean him waking up before he's ready to be awake. Or it might mean him putting a halt to his precious leisure time. I know he doesn't see this as burdensome, and that is also I why I love him. Seeing Tyler in the middle of my work day doesn't make it seem so long. Then I know it's only a few hours until I can really be with him.
Tyler visits me on my lunch break. Often.
Although Tyler and I live about five minutes apart, he works far, far away (about a 40 minute drive). We also work different schedules, with our weekends falling on non-coinciding days. This isn't ideal, but we have and will continue to make it work. Anyway, while I've come down to Lewiston to visit Tyler at work a few times, he consistently visits me on my thirty minute lunch break. Now, I know this might not seem like a big deal; all he has is a five minute drive. Whoop-de-do. But, he makes it a priority to come hang out with me. Depending on my schedule, that might mean him waking up before he's ready to be awake. Or it might mean him putting a halt to his precious leisure time. I know he doesn't see this as burdensome, and that is also I why I love him. Seeing Tyler in the middle of my work day doesn't make it seem so long. Then I know it's only a few hours until I can really be with him.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Reason I Love Tyler #1
It's time to get serious, y'all. So far on this little blog of mine, I've kept it light, listing off the doofy yet entirely adorable things Tyler does that make me love him. I'm a firm believer in the little things. But you can't love a person just because of their quirks. There are much more important things. Such as Honesty, Integrity, Loyalty...all those biggies. Tyler possesses all these, and yet I'm not going to talk about those yet. I'm going to focus on something spectacularly selfish:
Tyler loves me for me.
Duh, you say. This is how it's supposed to be, you say. Well you are right. The trick is, I never ever thought I would find anyone who would love me for me. Look, we all have our idiosyncrasies and mannerisms, but mine are weird. Unsexy. Head-scratching. Rest assured that if I were old and rich I would be considered eccentric. Despite all my good qualities (say, I won't pelt your car with eggs if you dump me), I still felt unworthy of love. Oh, I thought I was an entertaining conversationalist, but no one you would want to spend seven days a week with, no one you'd want to make out with after such entertaining conversations. Yes, sadly, this is how I thought until I met Tyler.
Love isn't so blind that Tyler doesn't see my weirdness. He sees It, yes indeed. But he doesn't just see It and ignore It, he likes It. Nay, he loves It. Because It is me. He embraces my weirdness, encourages it. And it feels wonderful. I can be myself. I can dance around, make my loud blasting noises that resemble a laugh, jabber on and on about my skincare routine or the British monarchy. Even if these subjects don't interest him (often), he at least likes the way I do it. Bless him.
And that's the goal, isn't it? We all want someone who loves us for us. Someone we can entirely be ourselves around and not only that, someone who wants us to be ourselves, someone who gets turned on by us being ourselves. It's fantastic. It's the whole point. I'm lucky. So damn lucky.
Tyler loves me for me.
Duh, you say. This is how it's supposed to be, you say. Well you are right. The trick is, I never ever thought I would find anyone who would love me for me. Look, we all have our idiosyncrasies and mannerisms, but mine are weird. Unsexy. Head-scratching. Rest assured that if I were old and rich I would be considered eccentric. Despite all my good qualities (say, I won't pelt your car with eggs if you dump me), I still felt unworthy of love. Oh, I thought I was an entertaining conversationalist, but no one you would want to spend seven days a week with, no one you'd want to make out with after such entertaining conversations. Yes, sadly, this is how I thought until I met Tyler.
Love isn't so blind that Tyler doesn't see my weirdness. He sees It, yes indeed. But he doesn't just see It and ignore It, he likes It. Nay, he loves It. Because It is me. He embraces my weirdness, encourages it. And it feels wonderful. I can be myself. I can dance around, make my loud blasting noises that resemble a laugh, jabber on and on about my skincare routine or the British monarchy. Even if these subjects don't interest him (often), he at least likes the way I do it. Bless him.
And that's the goal, isn't it? We all want someone who loves us for us. Someone we can entirely be ourselves around and not only that, someone who wants us to be ourselves, someone who gets turned on by us being ourselves. It's fantastic. It's the whole point. I'm lucky. So damn lucky.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
"Our House"
Several years ago, I wrote a shitty song and published it on the internet. It was a mistake. I was proud of it despite its vile subject matter. That was also a mistake. (But hey, you can use the word “mistake” to describe most of my life.) Since then I have tried to ignore this horrid song to no avail. The only thing I can do to remedy—excuse me, attempt to remedy—the damage caused by this song is to write another one that comes from the heart and is inspired by someone truly worthy and events that truly happened. Now look, I’m not a songwriter, but I tried my best. I did this in just under three hours, so be kind.
Tyler, this is yours. Merry Christmas.
Written to the tune of “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift.
(I really, really can’t write music.)
Our House
Will you take a walk with me
Down the gravel road
Where no one else can see
There’s a place I wanna take you to
We can be alone
Somewhere just for me and you
Empty house
On a hill
Come with me
I know you will
Through the dark
And the weeds
You’re everything I need
Kiss me, sweetly, everywhere
Fill my soul with your love
You’re everything I’ve dreamed of, dear
Take me and make me all yours
You’re the one I live for
Oh baby, how we’ve made this
Our house now
It’s our house now
I’ve felt nothing like this before
Your touch makes me so weak
There’s nothing I want more
Tasting every inch of your flesh
I’ll take you to heaven
I’m gonna leave you breathless
Empty house
On a hill
Return with me
I know you will
I’ll take your hand,
Follow your lead,
You’re all I’ll ever need
Kiss me, deeply, everywhere
Lay me on the wood floor
Cover me with your warmth, dear
Your hands burning my skin
Gonna take you all in
Oh baby, you can’t deny this is
Our house now
It’s our house now
Looking in your brown eyes
Feeling like I could fly
So hold me tight
My hands in your dark hair
Feeling this love so rare
Now I’ve seen the light
Looking in your brown eyes
Feeling like I could fly
Hold me tight
My hands in your dark hair
Feeling this love so rare
Now I’ve seen the light
Kiss me, sweetly, everywhere
Fill my soul with your love
You’re everything I’ve dreamed of, dear
Take me and make me all yours
You’re the one I live for
The one I feel in my core
Kiss me, deeply, everywhere
Lay me on the wood floor
Cover me with your warmth, dear
Your hands burning my skin
Gonna take you all in
Oh baby, can’t deny this is
Our house now
It’s our house now
Baby let’s take a walk to
Our house
It’s our house now
Tyler, this is yours. Merry Christmas.
Written to the tune of “Wildest Dreams” by Taylor Swift.
(I really, really can’t write music.)
Our House
Will you take a walk with me
Down the gravel road
Where no one else can see
There’s a place I wanna take you to
We can be alone
Somewhere just for me and you
Empty house
On a hill
Come with me
I know you will
Through the dark
And the weeds
You’re everything I need
Kiss me, sweetly, everywhere
Fill my soul with your love
You’re everything I’ve dreamed of, dear
Take me and make me all yours
You’re the one I live for
Oh baby, how we’ve made this
Our house now
It’s our house now
I’ve felt nothing like this before
Your touch makes me so weak
There’s nothing I want more
Tasting every inch of your flesh
I’ll take you to heaven
I’m gonna leave you breathless
Empty house
On a hill
Return with me
I know you will
I’ll take your hand,
Follow your lead,
You’re all I’ll ever need
Kiss me, deeply, everywhere
Lay me on the wood floor
Cover me with your warmth, dear
Your hands burning my skin
Gonna take you all in
Oh baby, you can’t deny this is
Our house now
It’s our house now
Looking in your brown eyes
Feeling like I could fly
So hold me tight
My hands in your dark hair
Feeling this love so rare
Now I’ve seen the light
Looking in your brown eyes
Feeling like I could fly
Hold me tight
My hands in your dark hair
Feeling this love so rare
Now I’ve seen the light
Kiss me, sweetly, everywhere
Fill my soul with your love
You’re everything I’ve dreamed of, dear
Take me and make me all yours
You’re the one I live for
The one I feel in my core
Kiss me, deeply, everywhere
Lay me on the wood floor
Cover me with your warmth, dear
Your hands burning my skin
Gonna take you all in
Oh baby, can’t deny this is
Our house now
It’s our house now
Baby let’s take a walk to
Our house
It’s our house now