Typical.

As much as I hate to be a cliche, and as allergic as I am to dying flowers in their dead murky water, Chris finally got the hint and had some delivered to me today. Along with some balloons, which is just adorable. In almost 2 years of being together, this is the closest he has come to anything romantic. I don’t mean to make that sound negative, because mostly it’s just fine. I think you can overdo the flower thing, and I’m not a terribly mushy romantic person, either. But once in a while, especially after I expressed my disappointment on my birthday, it’s nice to feel special.

Today I started remembering when we first started dating, and he would talk about things he did for other girls. Just casual conversation, mostly leading up to how crazy they all were. But I knew he gave them flowers, drew their pictures, did these things that made me wonder what the fuck that made me? Not as special? Not as pretty? I can’t demand someone do these things for me, it has to be genuine. And I know that it was. He really is the sweetest thing, I just make it easy because I don’t nag. I passive aggressively suggest he start doing these things, once in a while, if he wants to keep his girlfriend from losing her mind.

His job is keeping him in New Jersey for another week. I’m starting to miss him a lot, and I really wish he were coming home tomorrow, which was the original plan. But, we will be fine. 6 more days and life returns to normal, somewhat. Normal, boring, but now.. with balloons.