Ah eef fike a firb fomepimes
In which our Hero is laughing for as long as he’s beyond Nocturne’s arm’slength.
I was at work and some meetings happened and them some other meetings happened, and then they decided some things that made the first meetings useless and the second meetings then got overruled. So because of some regulatory considerations and Sarbanes-Oxley compliance with General Ledger and transfer payments between agent resellers with the systems control retrofrumulous hoderplix implications on Privacy legislation and asyncronous luminosity with the megabit network connection.
Okay, that was probably boring enough to distract Nocturne into making fun of me instead of reading on. See, every once in a while, Nocturne feels I need to write an entry about something. Like debates we’ve had where she’s convinced I need to learn how wrong I am. And, I have to admit, she’s usually right about how wrong I am. But that wouldn’t be as much fun as sharing a couple of random and probably not as funny in the retelling moments but I feel like writing them down.
I like talking to her. You’d think I’d know that by now, given how much we talk, but I rediscover the fact as the conversations play out. Plus sometimes… well… stuff happens.
Like after talking about stuff in the year 2030, she suddenly interrupted herself with a reflective wail. “Oh my god, I’ll be so old!” Now, for some reason that is a phrase that I find hilariously funny no matter who says it. You can be six or sixty, it’s just plain hilarious because it’s just… a thing. (Maybe it’s because I call myself old and don’t really feel like I am, I dunno.)
All Nocturne knew was that I’d started to laugh and so she asked “What?” Which would have been fine, but I needed a moment to stop laughing and that got her to start laughing at me as she asked again, “What?!” And before I could manage to answer, there was this moment where I could hear her personality pull into introspection and in a low, clear, epiphanatic polytone, she said “Ohhhhhhhh” and that, Gentle Reader, is when my lady Nocturne remembered that I’m just a few years older than her.
It was the sound of her insight that did it. Or maybe the hint of concern that she might have offended me, but I couldn’t stop laughing. And she laughed with me. And it was good.
“It’s like not thinking of sheep,” she explained, which when you think of it was really just asking for my brilliant and cutting response: “Huh?”
We both started laughing at that point.
“No, really! I can’t let myself think of sheep, especially if I’m tired.” I swear, her tone made it sound like this would clarify things but it just kept me laughing.
Valiantly, tragically, Nocturne continued: “If I’m tired and in a meeting I can’t think of sheep or I’ll fall asleep. So I have to not think of sheep. You know, like boys think about cold water.”
I’ll admit that was enough of a disconnect that my laughing ebbed a beat, as I tried to understand the parallelism between thinking of sheep and thinking of cold water. Cold water? Cold water isn’t to make boys sleep, that’s a.. uh… detumescent. Which was really not the point of what she said but now she’d cross linked not sleeping with this new idea and I was howling!
And once again the telepathy effect kicked in because she knew, she knew why I was laughing so hard and wailed, “That’s not what I meant! I wasn’t talking about that!”
This is all in the space of one week. Last week in fact. In between conversations about work and life and food. We like talking about food. I like that Nocturne is interested in food. I especially like that she has a list of strong aversions to food and yet she’s willing to try and see if her tastes have changed. It’s a small thing, but I notice that about her and appreciate that most people aren’t so willing to test their own boundaries.
And we talk about things we should make. Me from a more theoretical point of view since I’m not so prone to cooking, and her from a practical view in that no-cookee-no-E.T. Sorry, too much sci-fi in the diet. No eatee.
One afternoon she made an excited noise and forwarded me a link to a recipe for Chicken with Peanut Curry sauce. She’s a fan of spicy food, and this clearly scratched an itch because she got more and more excited as she read, until she blurted, “It sounds so good it hurts my head” about the thing she was reading about something to taste. And once again I was laughing.
But on the topic of food, my Ex was prone to eating just a little most of the times, and maybe two meals a day. Which would leave me slowly starving because I’d be waiting to have my meal with her. And which makes me find it comforting that Nocturne eats like a human being. She’s mostly a grazer, following the lots-of-small-meals approach, but, as demonstrated, she can get pretty excited about a meal if it’s interesting and I like the flexibility.
And as we finished talking about the recipe, she tucked into her snack as I told her some of this. And then I expressed the fact that I’m glad she eats like a human being and not like a bird.
But possessed of urgent overhonesty, Nocturne thoughtfully commented, “I eat like a bird sometimes.”
Through a mouthful of food.
I laughed till I cried.
I’m glad you like each other. Meeting on the horizon?
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You’ll note that the hummingbird supposedly eats ten times its weight daily — though I’ll bet it’s not chicken with peanut curry sauce.
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I eat like a bird too(laughing to myself)
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I enjoy the little peeks into her personality that you share. She sounds pretty magnificent.
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yes, just when are you two getting together???????
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I still can’t believe you put all my mishaps into ONE entry. It’s just so overwhelming. The sheep one makes me laugh out loud anytime I think about it. You do understand what i meant with the analogy, don’t you? Hah I also can’t believe we’re a year in. 🙂
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I don’t understand why you had to wait to eat with your Ex? I mean its nice to share a meal, but couldn’t you eat in addition to that? Anyway, nice to be with somebody who more closely matches your own habits. : )
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RYN: I want them to walk on rainbows, too. And powerpoints can suck it.
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But… Birds eat so much.
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Laughing until you cry moments are what life is all about.
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Is detumescent really a word? God, I hope so.
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Now I know how people felt reading about Nash and myself– and I mean that in the best way possible. It’s like a sweet window into lovers’ happiness. Thank you 🙂
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funniest
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