Showing posts with label Deborah's neurosis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deborah's neurosis. Show all posts

Friday, September 28, 2007

Mind Your Own Beeswax

Requests for more Deborah stories are pouring in by the dozens. Ok, maybe one or two is more like it...

My gchat conversation with TheGuy yesterday afternoon:

TheGuy: How is Deborah?

Me: Hmm, what did she do today? She started freaking out when I rolled down my car window just a crack because she's terrified a bee is going to enter into her car and sting her.

TheGuy: Like fake freaking out as in a joke or a serious OMG?

Me: OMG

TheGuy: lol

Me: One of her old cars didn't have air conditioning so even on super hot and humid days, she refused to roll down her window for fear of bees, bugs, etc so she'd be sweating buckets in her car.

She once got into an accident because a moth was flying around in her car and since she felt stupid (understandably), she told everyone it was a bee.

TheGuy: Wow, she sounds like she's really living life to the fullest.

Me: Yeah, you don't know the half of it!

Monday, September 24, 2007

My Fortune Revealed

We went to a Chinese restaurant for lunch today. Deborah insisted we flip over our placemats because the sketch of the rat for the Chinese zodiac sign repulses her.

My fortune cookie said:

"You are serious about your emotional relationships but tend to be more reserved with your feelings."

This couldn't be more true of me.

TheGuy and I have been spending more time together but I'm still not sure what to make of it. He came over last Thursday 'cause we've been trying to catch up on season three of The Office before it starts this Thursday. While we were hanging out, I told him about the details of my raise at work since they finally decided to fill me in on them. The raise was actually more than I anticipated, but what surprised me more than anything was TheGuy's reaction. He hugged and kissed me and told me how happy he was for me. Twice.

If you know my ex-boyfriend of the last four years, you understand how this might be foreign to me. Picture the most inconsiderate person you know and multiply by ten -- you've got my ex. I dunno, it almost weirded me out a little that TheGuy was so happy for me. I am not used to that. Nor do I know the appropriate response. He even said, "I can't believe you're not more excited." Well, I still make less than I should and my job still sucks.