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Thursday, April 28, 2005

Email of the Week

Got this from my friend Jon. We've been friends since second grade, when we were on the same PeeWee league baseball team. He had his own bat, a Bombat, and I'd always use it in hopes of hitting like him. It was a tad too heavy for me, though, but I still managed to finish as the second-best hitter on the team. Jon went on to middle school baseball fame and would've been a star pitcher (6'4" lefty) had he not burned out from playing so much baseball (and discovering video games). I went on to attain HS success in... tennis. SWEET. By the way, Jon is just another of my friends GETTING MARRIED. When will the madness end? I'll get to his email now.

Sup dude?

I posted the World Cup thing for the world to see.

Its primary use is for fantasy sports, but I thought those that partake (Adler, Rich, Friedman, Chabot, etc.) would enjoy it.

Not So Icy...

On Tuesday I got punked. It was the most wonderful of punks…The Greggster and the roomie pulled off an elaborate scheme that ended in front of the capital building with Gregg on one knee and me in heaven, breathing in and trying to remember every second of a moment that would become one of the sweetest memories in my lifetime.

So yes, I am one of the friends J-Mazz has that got engaged this week.

I met a man who lets me get plenty of sleep at night. Whether its in bed together or at my own apartment alone, the last words I hear every night are, “I love you”. Whether we have argued and made up or have spent weeks without bickering, I never go to bed upset or worried or pondering anything.

I met a man who lets me travel more often than I ever did without him. Since we have started dating we have been all over the US. We’ve seen baseball games in 4 states, laid on beaches and hiked up trails. We got back from California a few weeks ago, and leave for Arizona on May 15. I’ll be in Florida playing with his young cousins in June and on May 20, we will be in Rehoboth celebrating with friends. And New York is only right around the corner, too.

I met a man who has helped me balance my checkbook, pay off debt and plan for our future together. We work hard during the day to make money that we either save to buy a house or spend on experiences that bring us close together. That includes dinners, movies, concerts, trips and anything else I conjure up. He pays, I pay, who cares? When you are in a good relationship, the money is sometimes a means for the happiness you share together. And other times, like days you take walks or sit on the couch in sweatpants, money is the furthest thing from our minds.

Being in a relationship doesn’t have to be totally consuming, it can be a balanced part of your life (sounds like a cereal commercial, I know.) It can be the thing that helps you sleep, helps you write, helps you want to be a better person.

And there is nothing icy about it. Life is short and sweet and cyclical and can be wonderful if you let it. But that means trying things, taking risks, putting your heart out there and working hard towards things……not just by yourself. I’d rather have a rough day and have someone to massage my neck, then have an easy day and go home alone….especially if the massage is from the man I love…the only man I love…the man I’ll love for the rest of my life.

My Favorite Movie is Swingers

In the past week I’ve had two friends get engaged and another break up w/ his live-in g/f. It’s moments like these I can appreciate the simplicity of being single, unattached, unclaimed, or whatever else one considers people who don’t get to enjoy physical touch on a regular basis. Granted, there certainly are aspects to a relationship that could be classified as “great.” I won’t list them here.

Being single, or “between relationships,” has its perks. Let’s use me as an example. For starters, I get plenty of sleep every night. A good night's rest is the second-best thing to do in bed. I also get to travel wherever I want, whenever I want. I’m spending the second week of May traveling all over California and Arizona. I’m flying to Denver in July, DC in September and Key West in November. I would not be able to afford these vacations if I had a g/f.

It’s a simple fact. I’m not the type of guy who insists on paying for everything. Actually, I often am that guy early in a relationship. My past g/fs have been pretty good at identifying my “going-broke point” and have offered to pay for things when I run out of money. I’m getting off track here. As Mark McGwire would say, leave the past behind, what’s done is done, my past steroid use has caused an increase in my body’s estrogen level, which is why I cry at Congressional hearings, blah blah blah.

My point is people spend more money in relationships for a number of reasons, one of which is people go out a lot when they’re dating, especially early in the relationship. It’s no wonder some still call it “going out.” I always liked saying “going steady.” It conjures up images of a boat pushing its way through an icy harbor. Isn’t that what relationships come down to anyway?

A clear head is another plus to living la vida solo. Gone are nights of lying awake in bed, wondering what will transpire after the latest argument with a woman I love. These days I dump my thoughts on paper (blog entries, poetry, journal writing) before checking into dreamland each night. I sometimes read in bed, or listen to music. I’d like to start an art project, but I can’t find any good coloring books. Regardless, my head is void of worry, my body practically stress-free. Maybe that’s why so many couples are always giving each other massages. They’re too tense.