Have I mentioned that I'm going to Aerosmith?

I’M GOING TO AEROSMITH!!!!! OH YEAH BABY!! I’M SO DAMN EXCITED!!!!!! STEVEN TYLER AND JOE PERRY!!!! WHOOO!!!! APRIL 7TH, 7.30 AT REXALL PLACE!!! CHRISTINE AND I ARE GOING TO ROCK OUT. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!

Ahem. And now for the real stuff.

My biological clock gave its first tentative “tick” the other day. Perhaps I should invest in some small mammal of the fuzzy variety to tide myself over for another ten years. Children no longer frighten me-I now have a feeling of ambivalence underscored by some secret emotion that I clearly have kept well-hidden from my conscious self. Last night Geoff and I attended a get together at Vic and Aaron’s apartment. Accompanied by two now emotionally scarred cats was a small child running all around, entertaining and amusing the adults. At one point this child ran up to me, and gave me an “Eeyor” (phonetically spelled for lack of literal basis) headband. (Which suspiciously belonged not to the 20-month old child, but the 20-ish hostess.) She passed it to me, and not knowing what to do with it, I stuck it on my head to make her laugh. She complied, then reached out for it again. I put it back on her head, which caused her to clap her hands in profound delight before getting distracted once again by the cat. Wow. Keltie playfully co-existed with a child. Up until this point, I have been under the impression that I have no maternal instincts whatsoever. I might not be a complete disappointment to my gender-there may still be hope for me yet. However, I still have no clear idea of how to cook, sew, sing, or perform any other stereotypically female tasks. Don’t worry everyone. I won’t try to learn how to sing.

As further proof of my un-feminine mannerisms, I’m excited about Valentine ’s Day. “What??” you might ask yourself. “But liking Valentines Day is the epitome of girly things to do!!!” Maybe so. However, as a gesture of pure love and affection for Geoff, this is how I have planned our Valentines Day to be: we are going to BP’s to eat pizza, drink beer, and play pool. We’re going with another couple, friends of his. My big Valentines gift to him is to sacrifice all iconic and emotional ties with the day of Hallmark romance. No hearts, no red, and no mush. Just fun. I mean, what guy can legitimately say he’s excited to spend Valentines Day with his girlfriend? (Plus, I also got him a really cool gift. If I remember, I’ll reveal what it is later. There is a slim chance of him reading this before he gets it. It’s about as likely as me tearing up my Aerosmith tickets, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take.) But sacrificing all the romantic things about Valentines Day is in itself a form of romance. And for Geoff, it’s absolutely worth it. When he got here and saw me all ready to go out, his first words were, “Wow. You look like a work of art.” How can I not love this man?

Did I mention that I'm going to Aerosmith?

-K


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