Woman resurected, Keyboard expires

Good morning blogospherians!!!!

Sorry to keep everyone sitting on the edges of their seats. Remember the incident with the tea and the keyboard? Well, I thought I had the problem well under control, until I got home from my date Wednesday night and tried to post. My keyboard went WONKY! I didn’t realize it until I looked up from my furiously typing posture (yes, I MUSTlook at the keys whilst I type) and saw that where I know I most definitely typed “DATE WITH SCOTT” it looked more likeGWRS QORJ XDIRR. I back spaced, and tried again, thinking maybe I missed some keys or my fingers were misaligned but, it did the same thing, so I gave up the ghost and took poor miss keyboard and put her gently and tenderly in the “recycle me” box.

Wednesday’s coffee date was wonderful. We went to my favorite coffee joint, had my favorite coffee and sat for about 2 hours just talking. I swear it still amazes me how we find so much to talk about! One problem I have always had in relationships is that I get bored very quickly. I know my posts have not reflected this in the least, but (snicker) I’m a bit of an hyperactive person. I tend to go go go till I just can’t go anymore and, unfortunately my brain works the same way, always seeking entertainment and stimulation. So far though, Scott is doing very well at keeping up!

So, after coffee, he went back to his meetings and trainings and whatever else it is he does and I came home, cleaned up and got ready for our movie date. Spiderwick Chronicles is wonderful by the way! I mean, the plot and storyline seem a bit too familiar since the opening of such movies as Bridge To Tarabithia and The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe- being that the fantasy genre is done a great deal lately – but the movie its self, the cinematography, the animation and casting and costuming and digital graphics and videography are superb! I really shouldn’t compare it to other movies though, because really, it isn’t like other movies, except that it is, in a way. Does that make sense?

Oh dear, I’m rambling.

Anywhoodles, after the movie, we caught a late dinner and then took a walk through Really Huge Park and stopped to watch the fountain lights for a bit, cautiously avoiding the fourth bench near the lake. We were standing there, watching the horses spout water and he just very sweetly, leaned over and kissed me. I know I must have looked like a deer in headlights because he sort of stammered a moment and then said, “Was that okay?”

(Insert sound track of my brain screaming HELL YES DO IT AGAIN MAN!)

And he did Longer, sweeter and – hmm I better stop now, or I will be forced to go drag him out of a meeting.

Let me just say, it was very hard to come home alone last night.

This morning we met for breakfast. He’ll be tied up most of the day with work, and I’ve got two meetings – one work related, one art related – and then I work tonight from 2: PM – till 10:PM. We made plans to go out after I get off and I think we may go dancing. There are some great blues clubs around here and I’m a sucker for some blues!

OH YAH! My surprise! He brought me a bottle of “Chloe” perfume! It smells SOOO GOOD! He said he got it because it had my name on the bottle. Awwwww (mushy moment).

Okay, serious moment here.

Blogospherians – I really like this  guy! I mean, really really like him. I keep trying not to think about Monday when he has to leave again, because it makes me sad. Is that nuts? I mean, its too fast to feel that way, right? Dani says that its not really that fast because really we’ve known each other almost a year now, but I say yah, but only in a work related way and how well can you really get to know someone while you’re bringing their steak and pouring their coffee?  I mean we do talk on the phone for hours and hours, but its not face to face, in person, up close contact.

In the past week or so we’ve had some pretty serious conversations, you know, about life and life stuff . And we just have so much in common. I mean, neither of us want to have kids (I’ll explain myself on this in another post), really, and we’re both of the same mind about politics and the environment and so many things. We both enjoy the same types of movies and books and music. We have just enough differences to keep things interesting and new, but not so many that it gives us nothing in common, if you follow what I’m saying.

I just know that in the relationships I’ve had, I’ve never felt like I feel now. Sure there was the whole excitement of newness, but not like this. After a while though, I would loose interest. It wasn’t their fault really. I just have never been a person who needed to have daily companionship or daily phone calls or dates. But its not like that with Scott. I get giggly just seeing his number on my caller ID, and I swear, when he talks (and ohmygosh does he have a sexy voice!) I can’t take my eyes off him. I am captivated. He makes me laugh, he stimulates my graymatter, he teaches me about things I never even really considered exploring, and when he smiles? I just feel warm and (in Heidie’s words) TWINNKLY all over.

He asked me last night if I’d ever consider leaving Really Big City, and you know, before I could even stop to think about it, my mouth said “Yes, if I had a reason to.” And I was totally shocked because I LOVE MY CITY and I’ve NEVER wanted to live anywhere else.  I mean, my city has a pulse and a rhythm and a heartbeat and a groove that just is so vibrant and alive! But as I type this, I realize, since Scott’s been back, that’s exactly how I’ve felt. Ooohhh boy!

Anywhoodles. I must get ready for my meetings and accomplish something besides drooling today.  Thank you all who checked in on me! That felt so wonderful. I promise not to abandon post again (hey, I punned!)

Love always,

Chloe Jayne

Here’s to good friends

Good early morning blogospherians!

Walter Winchell once said “A real friend is one who walks in, when the rest of the world walks out.”

I have to tell you about my friend Cher. If I ever decide to grow up, I want to be like Cher. She is talented, an amazing photographer, intelligent, very funny in that “doesn’t even realize how funny she is” sort of way which makes her even funnier, kind, loyal and generous to a fault.

When I met Cher, it was on the beach. I noticed right away that she walks with a limp, sometimes worse than others. I also noticed several scars (in a bathing suit its hard not to notice scars) so after a few days, I asked her if she’d been in an accident.

“Nope.” She smiled, “I have cancer.”

I know my jaw dropped low enough to scoop sand. I’ve never met anyone with cancer before and all I could say was “I’m sorry.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to die right here in the waves.” 

Over the last few years I’ve learned that Cher was diagnosed with NHL (Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma) at the ripe old age of 26. She under went bone replacement surgery when the cancer manifested its self in her hips and pelvic bone, which is why she limps. She also has scars from other surgeries resulting from the cancer.  She’s been in remission for about 3 years now, but has constant struggles from the side effects of the disease, and other health problems have arisen, including Diabetes, and Congestive Heart Failure.

Now, believe me, Cher never is one to ask for sympathy and I wouldn’t dare try to prompt any for her here. The fact is, she impresses the hell out of me.

When I visited her, I expected to find her taking it easy, doing very little. What I found was a ball of energy who is constantly on the go. When I was there, she and her husband had just bought a house and she was out in her yard, every day, moving rocks and dirt and cutting grass and planting plant things. She also finds time to sew, cook, clean, raise her two children and spend quality time with her four grandchildren, is actively involved in her community and from what I saw when she was around her peer group, people are drawn to her like moths to a flame. Like I said, she impresses me.

So last night, I was browsing around the Internet, instead of working on my designs like I should have been, and I read her blog and became immediately concerned.

I called her and we talked for almost four hours.

Anywhoodles…

I won’t spill the beans about what all is going on with her right now, but I had an idea. I’ve been reading the hopeREVO site, and thought you know maybe I can get people to visit Cher’s siteand just leave her some messages of hope in her in-box. I know she would appreciate it, and I would definitely be grateful! You don’t have to comment on anything she’s posted or written, just leave something HOPEFUL in her box. And if you do, please let me know so I can send you a cute little graphic for your page.

THANKS!

Love always

Chloe Jayne

The Story of Really Cute Waitress and Really Handsome Stranger

There are some benefits to working with the public. You meet some really interesting charactors, some not so interesting charactors and then, you meet some that you wish you could get to know much better.  And sometimes, when you’re on the same job for a number of years, you get to.

Last year, in the spring, Really Handsome Stranger came to our restaurant. He sat with a group of men who, as it turns out, were colleagues of his from his new job. I was their waitress. They tipped nicely, were a lively bunch of chatters and most of them seemed to be married, except for Really Handsome Stranger. Everytime I looked towards their table, he was looking back at me, smiling.

When I did their final table check, he asked me if I worked every night, and I told him no, but that I was there a lot because I was on the job for five years (at that time) and a senior staff member.

“So, you’re loyal?” He asks, and smiles.

One of his fellows commented about how great the service was, another commented on the food (both of which are excellent I might add) and another commented that the next time Really Handsome Stranger (Here after referred to as RHS) was in town, they would have to come back.

“Oh, you’re not from Really Big City?” I asked? To which he replied “No, I”m from Southern City.”

And so the evening ended.

Two months later, RHS and his colleagues were back. We chatted some over the course of their meal, and I learned that RHS worked for a publishing house in Southern City, who happened to work with an advertising company in Really Big City and he was “up this way” quite frequently.

Now, being a woman and being gifted with Women’s intuition, I was aware of the “sparks” between us – and the fact that he left a big tip with his business card with a heart on the back, didn’t hurt to pick up on that.  But, I am not into long distance relationships at all, and as I have previously stated, was at the time in a soon-to-end, all to smothering relationship, so I took the flirting as fun and left it at that.

Over the course of the past year, RHS has been in several times, and the last few times, he came alone. He always requests me as his waitress and we always talk for a bit, when I have time. I found out that he’s in his mid-thirties, not married, never married, no kids, no desire to have kids, plays in a jazz band, loves seafood and green tea, has 2 sisters, 1 brother and a goldfish.  On one occassion, he asked me out for coffee sometime, but the distance thing popped into my gray matter, and I graciously declined. (This was after smothering boyfriend was out of the picture of course).

Well…

This morning, bright and early, my friend and co-worker calls me to say that RHS was in last night, and was very disapointed that I wasn’t there. She told him that I had been sick and he asked her if it would be possible to get my phone number. She told him, as good friends do, that she’d have to ask first. So he says “I understand. I’m staying at Fancy Schmancy Hotel until FRIDAY! Here is my room number. Can you call and let me know what she says?”

Holy COW!

So, I tell friend, to call him and let him know that I did get his message and it’s okay if he calls me but not until this afternoon or evening.  I mean, I sound like I’ve eaten a bucket of glass and gravel! And I sneeze every 24 seconds like clockwork!

Friend says, Okay let me call and I’ll call you back. So I’m sitting there, looking at the phone, waiting for it to ring. And waiting, and waiting. And then finally, exactly 1 billion minutes later (or so it seemed. Maybe its the Nyquil talking), it rang. And she says:

“I got his service, but I left a message with your number and told him not to call you until after four because you’re resting. Chloe he’s so hawt! I mean, SMOKIN HAWT!”

So today, sometime after four, maybe I will get a call from RHS. I mean, its no big deal if he doesn’t call, its not like I’m going to be sitting here waiting or anything, right? And I’m sick. I’ll probably be sleeping. So okay, maybe I’ll set my alarm to wake up at around 3 and get my voice back, you know, JUST IN CASE he calls, but, not like I’m waiting. And I guess while I’m up, I’ll take a shower and get into some clean jammies and maybe fix my hair or something. I mean, I’ve been in bed what? Three days now? Yah, I think a shower is in order anyway, so it’s not like I’m showering anticipating a phone call or anything.

So, (note to self, you say “SO” a lot!) Yah, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll go on about my day until 3 and then grab a shower and some clean jammies and maybe fix my hair.

Should I put on some lipstick?

Love always

Chloe Jayne