Some days feel surreal. I use an app to organize critical and ‘soonish’ tasks that need to get done. I was feeling so proud of flying through my to do list and came to a bullet point in the list: buy sperm.
This is just where our life is lately.
It squares nicely with some of the other strange realizations I have. For example, he will sometimes ask about how my wife and I met; depending on who I’m telling, sometimes the detail about our first kiss gets brought up:
“we were at the Rhino…and we actually tried to play pool which neither of us is good at, and then we kissed in the bathroom, which reeked of urine and industrial cleaner.”
It never occurred to me that kissing in the bathroom wasn’t a normal first time, since so much of my dating life was spent at lesbian bars where I would wait in line beside the girl I was seeing, or which was sometimes the only place you could go for privacy, so that your exes, who were also at the same bar wouldn’t see the start of things between someone else. It was a handy way of having to spend a few minutes waiting in line together. Creepy but opportunistic.
Then there are all the perks, like never worrying if the person will be squeamish about picking up tampons, or lending you a pair of their underwear if you forget to pack some when you’re on vacation; or asking if they have any Midol in their purse; or making sure that your lipstick shades won’t create an unflattering shade if they mix.
And it never gets old having people respond to our relationship in a sweet or positive way. Like this great comment in our Huffington Post Video.
Not every day is sunshine and rainbows. Except sometimes it literally IS