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VOLUME 5 ISSUE 1
Number 8
By: Laura Ebmeier, Mak 10
So I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but I’ve been a
bit more giddy lately. I’ve had a little more bounce in
my step. Been a bit o’ twitterpated, if you will.
That’s right. You guessed it. I’m in a new relationship.
Man it’s fantastic.
His name is Number 8, and man, are things hot. We
already moved in together and things are pretty serious.
I pick out things for him while I’m shopping. I find
myself wandering through the pa zar wondering if
he’d like these pretty light bulbs or those new candles. What’s his opinion on cheaply-made religious
icons? Does he have a favorite shower gel scent?
I plan our future together too. First it was short-term
stuff. There’s that party we talked about in April,
and I’ll be gone for a few weeks in the summer so
we’ll have to be apart. But we’re so much in love that
we’ve been discussing our long term future too. We
even discussed the possibility of getting a pet together. (He likes cats and I like dogs.) But then he
reminded me that if I got a pet, she’d just make a
mess. And I’d have to spend money on the animal
instead of things for us to do together. He’s so smart
sometimes.
We cook together almost every night. He smells so
good with garlic and chicken sautéing in his kitchen.
He does his part with the dishes too. I never have to
wait for the hot water when we’re together.
I love taking care of him too. Sweeping the floors is
a pleasure, cleaning the bathroom brings me joy.
Making the bed is a delight. Sometimes I wander
around just looking for something to clean up. Some
people might describe this behavior as insanity, but I
just think of it as adoration.
I can’t stop thinking about him. When I’m at work, I
find myself fantasizing about his strong walls and warm
blankets instead of transitive verbs and direct objects. I
keep daydreaming about rearranging his furniture to find
the ultimate combination of couch-chair-table and tablechair-couch.
He’s the first thing I think about when I wake up and last
thing to cross my mind before I go to sleep. Sometimes I
even dream about him. There was this one time last
week where I dreamt we got pizza together and made
melted garlic butter (kinda like Papa Johns back home
but not quite so tasty) and I spilled a little on my new
duvet. I threw a tantrum in my dream and actually woke
up angry and sad.
And ladies, he’s so hot. Everybody thinks so. Sometimes he catches me just staring at him. His broad balcony and tall ceilings really do it for me. He does have a
bit of a tiny television, but he really knows how to work
the channels-if you know what I mean.
He’s a great dancer too. You should see us sometimes in the evenings. I’m busy twirling and bouncing and he’s holding my glass of wine... Oh, how we
laugh and laugh…
Macedonia looks brighter through his windows-and
not just because I like to clean them so much. Life is
always better with a little love in your life-insane or
not.
So sorry boys, this one’s off the market. And . And
not crazy at all. Jealous? I thought so.