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As soon as I wrote "romantic escapades" I knew I was going to have a problem. You see, my Rob is a shy guy. Not afraid to meet people kind of shy but an "I don't want all of my business broadcasted to the world" kind of shy. Compounded by the fact that he is an engineer at G*o-o*g*l*e (have I said too much??--- I typed it that way to make it less searchable by all the web crawlers that circulate through the internet) and understands, make that knows firsthand all the foibles and dangers of cyberspace, and you can see I walk a fine line when I post. Most probably, if I were a better writer I would be able to ease my way around this land mine with nary a care. As it is, I find I am drawn to the simple path of talking about the most private of matters and not quite sure what to do about it.
Actually, I know EXACTLY what to do about it. It is EXACTLY what I have been doing. Spilling all my thoughts out on my page and then evaluating whether or not Rob would be embarrassed or otherwise concerned. If so, then I just omit it. I bring this up because the whole thing, this injecting romance into our relationship, is an incredibly comical thing. (perhaps you got a glimpse in yesterday's post.) I have been reduced to laughing fits on multiple occasions. Sadly most of the things that make me laugh so hard fall into my "must be omitted" category. So sorry loyal fans. Many of the chuckles I am enjoying will have to remain my own!
For some reason, the romantic visions culturally inculcated in my psyche just fall flat or land as goofy and/or are über sappy. My intention is always to have Rob feel love and be delighted with my demonstration of it. How is it that my intention can mutate so ridiculously? Take tonight. Once again my day seemed to get away from me and planning my promised romantic gesture came down to working with what ever I already have in the house.
Image from American Pain Clinic website.
Suddenly I am inspired. I haven't given Rob a good foot massage since we moved into our house. Which means it has been more then six months and much too long for a guy who enjoys them so much. So with minutes to spare before he arrives home, I start dashing around the house looking for massage oil, epsom salts, the perfect foot sized basin that has to be here somewhere... The massage oil is found leaking in a box of other miscellaneous items which need to be saved before I can move on to the epson salt search... in the old house it was under the sink. Didn't I see a box of under the sink stuff in the garage? Much digging ensues, epsom salt is no where to be found... but I did find those damn ducky bath beads I promised NOT TO MOVE to the new house. Boxes piling, Jessie compounding the mess as toddlers will...
Tick tock. I almost burn dinner.
Rob arrives home to a disastrous mess. Always super romantic don't you think?
Jessie cooperates with my plan and actually falls asleep early. Romance is not yet lost! Another thirty minutes of rummaging through the mayhem and the foot basin is discovered!
I enter the family room wearing my cheshire grin to announce the surprise I have planned! Hooray! I did it! .... Not so fast...
"Oh sweetie, that sounds so wonderful but could I take a rain check?" Turns out Rob had to get up early in the morning and wanted to spend our limited time together in other ways...
(Oh, yeah, and that sound you hear is me chuckling loudly!)
Next post: A possible reason for ridiculous mutation
My 13 bliss virtues: joy, order, creativity, passion, whimsy, serenity, inquiry, community, romance, gratitude, moxie, humility, surprise