Good Manners and Unsolicited Sweetness

The good, the bad, and the odd

The Odd
After not hearing from Air since about a week after our first encounter, I got a message from him a few days ago. I'll never understand some people. There was no "hey, how's it going?" or "It's been a while, what's up?" or "How are you?"...not even a greeting and unsuccessfully flirty wink-face. Without ceremony, he asked if I'd be in town over Labor Day weekend. I affirmed, as far as I knew, and he said he was considering coming in. He added that he wouldn't bother if I wasn't going to be available. That would be fine if I was a silly girl, grabbing at any little scrap of attention. Tee-hee! 
I called him out on wanting to see me after not even speaking to me for weeks. He acted like it was no big deal, and told me he's been really busy and hasn't had time to really talk to anyone. Bull.shit. I've made this argument before, but you're really gonna try and tell me you didn't have 30 seconds to message someone you're interested in? And you expect that person to get all giddy when you show up out of nowhere? And want to see you, no questions asked? Aww. That probably works for some girls. Not me. 

I played along for a couple minutes after he asked how I'm doing. But come on. I wasn't even that excited about him in the first place. I'm not taking that crap. And do I really seem like the type of girl to sit around and wait? MAN, am I glad I have a shred of self-esteem. 

Oh geez. This is totally off-topic, but I'm watching Jeopardy and they're using a lot of French words. I'm so excited to go back to Paris! I'm really working on the language, but that's probably not going to make a difference. I'm so glad I'll get to take in more of the gorgeous French sights. Feel free to share your thoughts and/or ideas on what I should see and do. Ooooh...tell you what: if you give me good suggestions or challenges, I'll reward you with pictures. (Don't you ever wonder about the girl behind all this crap? I know I would.)

Apparently we're working backwards. 

The Bad
My legs have gotten bad again. Swelling, pain, extreme tiredness. I had to get blood work done again last week (I was excited at only having to get 6 tubes taken, but then was told that's not normal either). This time, my ANA came back positive. That means my blood is agreeing and confirming that I have an autoimmune disorder, but the rest appears regular. Unfortunately, I'm just looking at the results online and don't really know how to read them. (Did you guys see how someone hacked into a bunch of medical records? It's getting scarier and scarier. The world is a bad place nowadays.)
It's bothered me more than I expected to get those blood results. I mean it really doesn't make a difference, since I have the symptoms either way. Maybe it makes it more real or something. I have the honor of going back to the rheumatologist on Thursday...lucky me. Buuuut, that leads me to...

The Good
I cannot even begin to express how incredible Tee is. Once I let the idea of Soldier go, things changed. Nope, me and my brain did. Here are his wonderful feats:
He sends me a "Good morning beautiful" text every morning. If I stay the night at his house, he whispers it in my ear. He was excited to cook for me. He's great about suggesting to make the hour drive to see me so I'm not the only one traveling. He worries on my drive back until I let him know I made it home safe. He keeps his arms wrapped around me all night. If I wake up, so does he; if it's obvious my legs are hurting or uncomfortable, he asks what I need to make it better. He counts down until we get to see each other again. He puts a towel in the dryer for me while I'm in the shower. He repeatedly reminds me that he's here for the tough stuff. 
Wait. Rewind. HE PUTS A TOWEL IN THE DRYER FOR ME WHILE I'M IN THE SHOWER. Do you even realize how amazing that is?! To have a nice warm, refreshing towel to dry off with?! Ugh. It might be heaven. 

In all seriousness, the most important part might be that he says he's here for me, and I believe it. When I'm having a rough day he does what he can to make it better, or he sends me some sort of encouragement. It just blows my mind. He came into town yesterday and somehow my health crap came up (it's basically on my mind every waking moment, I can't help it)...eventually I ended up telling him that I'm actually really scared for my appointment. First he acknowledged my feelings, because I guess I'm not that good at hiding some of them. Then he told me that he was planning on getting up early and taking his workout class before work on Thursday (it's usually post-workday) so he could come in and be with me, because he knew it would be a hard day for me. 
What the fuck? What.the.actual.fuck?! How does this guy even exist?! I still kind of can't believe it. It's funny how life works out sometimes. I've "known" him for a long time...just kind of met, said a few words, probably wouldn't even recognize him if I saw him on the street. But timing really is everything. Whether things work out and go long-term or not, this was the right time for our paths to cross.