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.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
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
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Reason I Love Tyler #83
Tyler has a very specific way of opening bags of chips/candy/what-have-you.
Instead of just ripping all willy-nilly, leaving the bag with a gaping, jagged opening, he tears a perfect 90 degree angle into the corner of whichever foodstuff bag he desires. Needless to say, I open no bags in case I fumble this ancient dance of man v. food. The quirks...yes, the quirks....all the little pieces that add up to the man I love.
Instead of just ripping all willy-nilly, leaving the bag with a gaping, jagged opening, he tears a perfect 90 degree angle into the corner of whichever foodstuff bag he desires. Needless to say, I open no bags in case I fumble this ancient dance of man v. food. The quirks...yes, the quirks....all the little pieces that add up to the man I love.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Reason I Love Tyler #27
Until very, very recently (yesterday)...
Tyler drank coffee out of a vintage looking Miller Lite beer goblet.
Now, if it were the only drinking vessel in his house, this could be understandable, but he has a perfectly final normal ass coffee mug that he surpasses for that guy above. This only stopped because I gave him Dollar Store travel mug for our six month-a-versary. Yes, my friends, he would drive to work with a glass full of hot coffee balanced on his lap (or somewhere) on his forty minute commute. Silly, silly. Well, naturally, I 've always been concerned about stains and splashes on his inevitably unzipped fly, so I had to do something about it. Luckily the new mug has been embraced. He just walked out of the bathroom with it. Yay. But I love that he would go on doing that forever if I had not stepped in. I love it. So dorky. So why? But just one of the many things I love about Tyler.
Tyler drank coffee out of a vintage looking Miller Lite beer goblet.
Now, if it were the only drinking vessel in his house, this could be understandable, but he has a perfectly final normal ass coffee mug that he surpasses for that guy above. This only stopped because I gave him Dollar Store travel mug for our six month-a-versary. Yes, my friends, he would drive to work with a glass full of hot coffee balanced on his lap (or somewhere) on his forty minute commute. Silly, silly. Well, naturally, I 've always been concerned about stains and splashes on his inevitably unzipped fly, so I had to do something about it. Luckily the new mug has been embraced. He just walked out of the bathroom with it. Yay. But I love that he would go on doing that forever if I had not stepped in. I love it. So dorky. So why? But just one of the many things I love about Tyler.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Reason I Love Tyler #164
Hey, hey...this is going to be a reoccurring series on this blog, me listing all of the random little things I love about Tyler! No, they are not ranked. Yes, they are silly. Let's kick it off with one my favorites.
Tyler continually forgets to zip his fly.
It makes me laugh out loud when he realizes it himself and shrugs. He's accepted this quirk of his long ago. It's even funnier when I notice and I don't tell him right away. (Unless we're in public, of course.) The best is when we return from shopping or something and he realizes it's been down the whole time. Normally so put together and responsible, I love how this little thing escapes him sometimes.
Tyler continually forgets to zip his fly.
It makes me laugh out loud when he realizes it himself and shrugs. He's accepted this quirk of his long ago. It's even funnier when I notice and I don't tell him right away. (Unless we're in public, of course.) The best is when we return from shopping or something and he realizes it's been down the whole time. Normally so put together and responsible, I love how this little thing escapes him sometimes.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Labor Day Blues
It's an annual tradition for my mom's side of the family to gather for camping and water sports every Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Labor Day. Due to my former schedule, I couldn't go to most of these casual mini-reunions, but this weekend I was looking forward to getting to go swimming for the first time in years.
No dice. While my love for rain cannot be denied or retracted, I am a wimp when it comes to the cold. And the two just don't mix. Instead of swimming, the fourteen family members in attendance crammed themselves into three motor homes. Some drank vodka and read the National Enquirer. Some played Cribbage and Michigan Rummy. I worked on my book, read the first 40 pages of Stephen King's Misery, and missed Tyler.
Although I love my family and I know my family loves me, I feel somewhat disconnected to them. I think it's because I'm an only child; they like to play games together, engage in group activities, etc. I want to curl up in a corner with some solitary distraction. This time was no different from dozens of other family gatherings in that respect, but I felt if Tyler was there with me I would have been more social. That isn't to say I wasn't social. I got to gab about Tyler with one of my cousins and one of my aunts.
The cold got to be too much for me and it was getting late, so I left. Luckily, the campsite wasn't far from Tyler's work and I stopped into see him. We often "argue" about who is happier to see who, but this time it was me, no question. Something as simple as seeing him, talking to him, and being around him brightened me up. (And he has extremely high body heat which helped thaw my frozen corpse of a body.) We talked for awhile--mostly about my visit but some about an upcoming wedding we'll be going to! Then I started to feel "guilty" for dragging him away from work. (Hey, I don't want to get him in trouble!) Since we couldn't kiss goodbye, we shook hands like a pair of respectable colleagues a.k.a. dorks.
When someone can make your day better by just existing...hot damn, that is something special. And I've wanted that my whole life.
No dice. While my love for rain cannot be denied or retracted, I am a wimp when it comes to the cold. And the two just don't mix. Instead of swimming, the fourteen family members in attendance crammed themselves into three motor homes. Some drank vodka and read the National Enquirer. Some played Cribbage and Michigan Rummy. I worked on my book, read the first 40 pages of Stephen King's Misery, and missed Tyler.
Although I love my family and I know my family loves me, I feel somewhat disconnected to them. I think it's because I'm an only child; they like to play games together, engage in group activities, etc. I want to curl up in a corner with some solitary distraction. This time was no different from dozens of other family gatherings in that respect, but I felt if Tyler was there with me I would have been more social. That isn't to say I wasn't social. I got to gab about Tyler with one of my cousins and one of my aunts.
The cold got to be too much for me and it was getting late, so I left. Luckily, the campsite wasn't far from Tyler's work and I stopped into see him. We often "argue" about who is happier to see who, but this time it was me, no question. Something as simple as seeing him, talking to him, and being around him brightened me up. (And he has extremely high body heat which helped thaw my frozen corpse of a body.) We talked for awhile--mostly about my visit but some about an upcoming wedding we'll be going to! Then I started to feel "guilty" for dragging him away from work. (Hey, I don't want to get him in trouble!) Since we couldn't kiss goodbye, we shook hands like a pair of respectable colleagues a.k.a. dorks.
When someone can make your day better by just existing...hot damn, that is something special. And I've wanted that my whole life.
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