Sleepily, I said, "What?" (Obviously I'm a brilliant conversationalist when I'm asleep.)
"You're my temple. My sanctuary. And you're my whole world," he said.
Isn't that the sweetest thing you have ever heard? My gosh, this man certainly knows what to say to make me happy. I've been daydreaming about him all day. Silly, aren't I?
Sillier still is that I'm going to bust my butt to get downtown as soon as I get out of work, and he's going to bust his to get there to meet me, just so we can have a kiss and a hug and see each other before he has to go to teach class... because after that I won't see him until 8 PM, and that's a long time, you know.
Silly as silly can get.
But it makes me happy, so pooh on everybody!
This was a hectic weekend, and I'm still pretty tired from it. Obviously I'm still happy, but I mentioned that, didn't I?
Friday night we ended up sacking out early so Forest could get ready for the Big Ten Tournament on Saturday morning. He had to be there at 8 AM. Martial artists are goofy that way. I can't think of any other fighters that compete at the crack of dawn. It sucks.
So I sent him off in the morning, and crossed my fingers and walked through the day with a knot in my stomach and my cel phone in my hand, waiting for someone to call me and tell me Forest was somehow maimed. No, people at tournaments don't hurt each other on purpose. But it happens. No matter how good you are, you sometimes accidentally hurt your opponent, because you never know exactly what they are going to do. I'm a martial artist, I know this all too well.
And I knew that the Big Ten tournament didn't have weight divisions. Everyone fights together, little or big. That's not the safest way to do things at all.
I sat at the baby shower and waited. "Oooh, awwww, those are cute little booties!"
Tick tick tick
When the shower was over at 4, I almost drove out to the tournament, but I didn't want to be a pain in the ass girlfriend, and I wasn't sure if there would be seating for spectators. Of course I later found out that Forest's parents had saved a seat for me in the crowded stands, and wondered why I didn't come. *sigh*
He called at 5, and was happy and limpy. He won his match, and came out with just bruises. Thank heavens. He fought a guy who was ranked higher than he was, and won! Good for him.
We went out to dinner with his parents to celebrate, which was great fun. His folks were positively glowing with pride. It was heartwarming.
We went home late, and he snuggled me to sleep, and then he went to his friend Will's birthday party. Will works nights, so his birthday party was at midnight. Forest came home at 4 AM, zonked.
We both had to work all day on Sunday, and I was amazed that he dragged himself out of bed on time to get there at all. After work we went straight over to MSU to hear Shelly sing in a concert. I was sure Forest would sleep through the whole thing, and I offered to take him home, but he insisted he wanted to come.
See, Forest is terrified that he's caused all sorts of havoc in my life with his presence. He's afraid the reason I don't spend a lot of time with my friends is that they don't like him, or blame him for the demise of Me-N-Jeff. He feels terribly guilty about it all the time, and no amount of talking can persuade him otherwise. He knows I used to game regularly, and that I don't anymore, and that this is the first time I haven't been involved in theatre in three years. He feels responsible for this, too.
So as soon as I mentioned that I wanted to see one of my friends, he was so excited to be supportive that there is no way he would have missed it for the world.
Then in the car, on the way there I mentioned that it might be fun to invite Andy and Shel over after the concert, he was really excited about that, too. I really don't think he was up for it on an injury and no sleep, but he wanted to anyway.
The concert was really fun, and Forest took a snooze during the boring first part so he was awake for Shelly's part anyway, which was cool. There was some really great music, and we both enjoyed the concert very much.
Afterward Andy and Shelly came over and hung out for a while, which was really really really great! We hardly ever have company, and it's been forever since I've seen the two of them. It was really nice to see them both, although after they left I realized that there were half a zillion things I wanted to talk about with them and never did. Oh well. Another time.
Forest was in seventh heaven, even though he was tired, because he got the feeling he wasn't hated or blamed, and actually felt welcomed. After Andy and Shelly went home, we took a nice hot shower, and tumbled into bed.
That was when he told me I was his temple.
Awwww.
I love him so much it's positively ridiculous.
