I Lost The Bet


"If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile."-Lynda Barry
Before I get into things, I must explain why I'm back so uh, early...he uh, never mentioned that he had to go to Santa Cruz tonight, so it wasn't a weekend trip...I restrained myself from saying "Uh, you coulda mentioned that before I packed all this crap..." although to be fair, he never said anything that should have caused me to leap to assume like that either.

Anyway, WOW. I am amazed.

So, he picked me up, and we went out for Chinese before heading out to his farmhouse (about an hour from here) in the boonies. At dinner is where the shocker occurred...we were doing our usual holding hands/staring across the table/legs wrapped around each other's bit (which made it interesting when I had to go to the bathroom and he wanted to keep one!), and in the conversation I was telling him about how Megan and Chelsea were all psyched for my 21st b-day because then I could buy them a keg, and then he says the momentous words- "Little do they know that your boyfriend could also get them a keg."

It took all my restraint to act normally and keep my jaw from hitting the table.

Suffice it to say that I have now lost my bet with Victor...I just wrote my concession speech, so to speak, about the whole thing, it should go up on Spotfans on Tuesday.

An odd thought that occurred to me as I looked at the calendar just before leaving, was that the 15th is The Moron's 21st b-day. As I recall, he told me that he planned to spend it gambling in Reno. It's probably been about a year since I last talked to him too...I sent him a b-day card, our last phone conversation was right after that. I just got a huge kick out of thinking that on his birthday I get a new boyfriend and go off to his house...so, here's to The Moron, the big loser: May he wake up today broke and with a hangover, as I'm...well, happy.

I forgot to mention awhile back (maybe Tues. this happened?) that Remington said "So, all the other guys chasing after you have now lost out." or something like that. I was amazed. What that meant I don't know, but still, wow.

We go out to his farmhouse...wow, what a mess...cute house though...he let me play with his dart boards, and I spent an entertaining hour throwing darts into his wall (no, he didn't mind). We played a few games, but naturally he kicked my ass (then again, I only started playing what, an hour ago?). Oh, and he gave me this ring...a big fake-y diamondish ring he found somewhere that I liked (it's as big as my knuckle, I like its possibly injurious qualities).

Then, well, we uh, got cuddly.

Things that I can reveal from the conversation (well, that I can remember and uh, mention publicly): He asked what my birthstone was, I told him, and he was all, "Oh, the expensive ones..." He then went on about how the only diamonds he had were weird-shaped, and something involving rings...what, was he going to make me a ring? Hmmm, be fun if he did...He said he'd done some jewelry course (waaah! I wanna do one!). Oh, and two more luverly compliments...he called me beautiful, then said "And what's even better is, I like you!" Then said how so many beautiful women were such bitches. Hmmm...is that true? I figured chances were 50-50. And (pretty much on the same subject) he said something like this was "a message from the gods...I musta done something right." Awwww...

We laid around until 1 p.m. ish- he dragged me out of bed for a change instead of the usual vice versa. Didn't do a lot the rest of the day- he was doing laundry/cleaning up all his books (he's got a shitload of 'em...naturally I was checking them out), I sat around and read Vanity Fair (the Star Wars article one...great pictures). Oh, and sometimes we made out on the couch too. =) Oh, and we read a tabloid he found in the rubble at one point. He pointed out this one silly article on the mistakes a woman can make. The worst one was to call out the wrong name, followed by lying there doing nothing, then asking if his ex-girlfriend was better (oh, yeah, like I'd really want to know that. Get real), and laughing at "the mighty sword" (so to speak). For the record, I uh, don't have any problems with any of that stuff. And why are you showing me this...I thought, then uh, remembed...this is my boyfriend, therefore I suppose it is somewhat appropriate. Also had a horoscope in it, which I read until he said it was a year old...both of ours predicted romance, he seemed to like that...I glanced down and it continued "Be sure to tell your loved ones how much you love them" or something like that, followed by business advice...that was when he decided it was stupid, or something like that. Huh?

Boyfriend.

I am not used to that terminology. It surprises me. I've never really been able to use it, you see...the one time I had a "boyfriend" that I wanted to be a boyfriend, he didn't like that word. Sheesh. Ah, things have much improved in a year though!

Remember when I titled an entry "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic?" Well, I had him put in a Police CD, and that was on it...awww, how cute and appropriate somehow, that I was just thinking about that. We were rubbing noses in time to the music...bizarre but cute...I said "Your nose dances well!"

We went out for Mexican food on the way back, and again the holding hands and staring bit...he said his hands smelled like me...awww. (I just do that a lot lately, don't I? I'm not missing the old cranky Jen at all though. Hope she doesn't have reason to come back!) We were making comments about the salad I got, and on kinds of salad not involving lettuce (I know, it's weird), he mentioned Waldorf and I said "oh yeah, the salad named for the Muppet!" He said "No, it's named for the hotel." I said "I don't care, it's cooler if it's named after the Muppet, and if I can claim that Rutherfordium (element #104 on the periodic table) is named after me (another thing we were talking about, he agreed with me there though), I can claim Waldorf is named for the Muppet." Silly, I know. Then he said "So, was that our first fight?" and I said "Well, it was only what, like 30 seconds?" Our first fight...what a concept. I never fought with any of my exes...too intimidated, I guess.

So, we got back here, kissed in the car, he said he'd miss me (and vice versa), said he'd be back "sooner than you think." Huh? Sunday or probably Monday. He's probably off visiting the other girlfriend (ugh), but I am not going to ask if that's it (he seems to know others in SC also). At least he'll be missing me...that's something.

So, that's Jennifer and Remington in a nutshell: It ain't ideal, but it's good so far.


Two off-topic things:
I'd like to recommend this web site... now I want to submit to it.

And I'd just like to show this picture for no reason whatsoever other than it's cute...


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