Island of Misfit Toys... part deux

Alrighty… so where was I?

Ah yes… random rant about friends and such not.

So now you have the back story, that brings us to the point where I met Jenn. I think it was about our second date when I knew she was the girl for me. We went off like fireworks, without the fizzle afterwards. Tom Robbin’s wrote in his whimsical book Still Life with Woodpecker that so many people are searching for the perfect lover that they often miss the perfect love. I totally get that now. Jenn changed my life simply by making me feel like she’s there for me as much as I’m there for her. It’s a simple little thing, but it means the whole world. When I look at her she’s the embodiment of beauty, love, and passion. Jenn may not be my creative muse, (she actually tends to muck up my creative mind since she makes me think “happy”) but she’s most assuredly my spiritual one. She really did show me the difference between a soul match and a soul mate.

During the first few weeks of dating, we spend as much time as we could together, as much to find out where the flaws were as anything else I think. We’d both been hurt before so we were sort of both looking at it as “this person seems entirely too perfect for me, and those things that seem too good to be true, generally, are.” But like an addictive drug, the more time we spent with each other, the more we wanted to spend. To the point where it was difficult to work the long hours at work that were required during the “busy season”. To the dismay of all of my friends who suddenly found me far less accessible.

It wasn’t something that was conscious by any means, and I certainly feel in some respect like I should apologize, while every other part of me proclaims, unabashedly, how I wouldn’t have changed a moment of the time we spent. My most quality of friends realized that right away and others eventually came back around (and I treasure each and every one of them.) But those that smiled to my face while making snide remarks to others about how we “were ruining our lives” can go find a pointy stick to sit and spin on.

See, I told you we would eventually get back to a point… or at least something pointy.