the b word

Carr's been sick. turns out he had shingles. after two weeks of limited texting and even more infrequent phone calls (which was different than the way it had been since we met), he finally texted me and quite regularly asked,

"what are you doing?"

"i just got home from shopping and am in front of my computer. what are you doing?"

"i went to work, and then to dinner with everyone, and now i'm on my way home. but, i was thinking about coming over..."

"come over!"

"i'll be there in about 30 minutes."

"okay!"


it was just so good to see him, to hug him, to see his facial expressions while talking (i hate the phone, and the feeling is magnified in japanese). i didn't realize how much he makes me smile, and how much i love just holding hands and, essentially, being 16 again. all giddy and happy.



while waiting for Carr to come over, Bee called. he just got back from a business trip to portugal.

"i brought back wine from portugal, so we have to have a wine night..."

"tonight??" (can you sense the anxiety?)

"why, don't you have plans tonight?"

"no, i do, that's why i was worried."

"oh, what are you doing?"

"i'm, um, having company..."

"oh, who?"

"uh...i hate to break out the "b word"...but, um, yeah..."

"the "b word" eh? wow." (aka "whoa, when did THAT happen?!")

"yeah..."

"i'll have to meet him and give my approval."

"um, i don't know about that. hahaha. but yeah, maybe..."

"but no, hey, good for you. then, i'll talk to you later. go get yours..."





as happy as he makes me, why am i so hesitant to let Bee and Style meet him?

and, i really should be able to say boyfriend.