Togetherness

last week was, for the most part, completely wonderful.  Jon had the week off (from Matco), so we rode into town together every morning.  he’d drop me off at work, go to his play-time that he gets paid for (aka- his computer store job), and then hang around or do stuff til i got out of work.  then he’d pick me up, and we’d either run errands (most of the time) or just go home and do stuff about the house.  i got my school supplies yesterday!! :)~  that’s the best part of school – shopping for school supplies.  it’s like searching for treasure – those perfect pens, the neatest binder … having to use them sucks, of course – you’d much rather keep them pristine, clean – and not used for notes or homework.  >^w^<  i don’t know what i’m going to do with myself now that his vacation’s over and school’s starting … it’s going to be tough making time to be together except on the weekends, and then that’s going to be the time when we run around like gerbils on crack trying to visit everyone who misses us.  *sigh*  and i have to get my ass in gear on our wedding rings, cuz this semester is my last chance before the wedding … (has sudden attack of panic-jitters)

 *^_^*  he payed off the engagement ring on monday, did i tell you that already?  i’m so excited … even though it hardly matters in the grand scheme in which we spend the rest of our lives loving each other so much it’s stupid-cute … to finally have the mark – the symbol that i’m his.  i know it’s slightly archaic, but you have to understand something.

 when i go out somewhere by myself, so many eyes are on my i feel my skin crawl.  there’s a reason i bought a key-chain that says "why can’t i be rich instead of so damn good-looking?!"
i’ve been propositioned on the sidewalk by a snazzy businessman in a sedan that matched his tie that pulled up next to me in a parking lot i was walking into, complemented my "top" (my sarong that i had twisted into a one-shoulder shirt) and then wanted to know "what it would take for a young beautiful girl like you to let an old guy like me take her out to lunch."  i’ve also been propositioned by some scary-looking dude in a Starbucks parking lot who said hi, then informed me that he was in town for the weekend and could he give me his number so we could have some fun while he was here?  i talk to people and try to be friendly, because i think that’s how people should act, and so many guys take simple conversation as a come-on.

i’ll finally have Jon’s ring – something to gently (or blatently) flash without having to sound like a bitch when i say, "oh, by the way, did i mention i’m engaged?" when i finally realize where the conversation is going.

besides, it also means he’s MINE; it means his mother likes me enough to give me her heirloom diamond for our engagement ring, when she had two children, older than Jon and both married, she could’ve given it to; and it means Jon wants the world to know i’m taken – i’m his. 

and that’s just fine.