It was one hundred and two degrees outside and the air conditioning at the San Antonio airport wasn’t working. Every several minutes or so, I’d succumb to the heat and the long day of travel and meetings, nod off, jerk awake, and then scan the crowd to see if anyone had caught my latest performance. I am the picture of grace! But no one seemed to be paying any attention. The older, preppily-dressed couple to my right was bickering. It reminded me of my parents. The dark-haired woman to my left smelled so strongly of body odor and cigarette smoke, I thought I might choke, so I gave up my seat and limped toward the tiled corridor. I needed an ice cream cone pronto.
Oh, yeah, I limped. After what could have been as many as 75 trips down three flights of stairs and then UP three more flights of stairs, my quads and calves were a disaster, and after thirty minutes of not moving, they were pretty stubborn about getting going again. I promised them ice cream, and that seemed to do the trick.
En route to ice cream, I looked up at the boards and saw that my flight had been delayed again and set my jaw. I would not have at total breakdown at the airport. I just wouldn’t. But oh, how I wanted to. I was tired, in pain, and the five-and-a-half-hour meeting I’d sat through earlier in the day wasn’t what you’d call invigorating.
Heather: I just want to come home.
Dork Lord: I know, baby.
Heather: Now they’re saying there’s a crew change. I’ll never leave! I will have to live in the airport and eat McDonald’s. FOREVER.
Dork Lord: That’s not too bad!
Aw, loving a man who loves fast food. I should have suspected I’d get absolutely zero sympathy for a diet based on red meat and fake cheese (to him, it’s heaven in a foil lined wrapper). But that’s what I wanted. Sympathy. And a hug. And to be home with climate control and my shoes off. By the time I climbed into my car at the Dallas airport and headed home, the Boy was already gone for the evening, off to watch the Stanley Cup Finals. I was a little disappointed – that hug would have done the trick. But when I walked through the apartment door, I saw that in his place, he’d left behind a dozen long stem red roses and I thought, Who needs a stinkin’ hug, anyway?
My boyfriend is better than your boyfriend.
See, that’s why you love a guy.. I came home in a M O O D Friday evening, just a total crappy one because of the constant raining and crowded commute etc. And without saying a word he comes and get me so I don’t have to walk home in the rain. And has a steak in the oven already with baked potatoes. You know I think it’s a tie
More examples of exactly why I broke up with my now former boyfriend last night! Congrats on finding a keeper. You deserve it!
(to him, it’s heave in a foil lined wrapper).
Phew! I thought this post was going to end with a break up or a break down but I was so happy to see it ended with 10,000 bonus points for the Dork Lord
Such travel woes are bothersome and exhausting but, to have come home to such a lovely, heartfelt display…. You are one lucky lady!
(Ok, a little envious but definitely tickled for you….) Aahhhhh love.
“My boyfriend is better than your boyfriend.”
You SO need to get this quote printed on a t-shirt and wear it with pride!
I just “Awwwwwwed” so loudly at my desk I think I scared the receptionist!
My boyfriend would have waited to give me a hug and THEN gone out to watch sports. so there.
You know, you didn’t have to type it… I was kinda already thinkin’ that you bf was kickin’ my bf’s ass… Lucky!
I’ve been reading your site for a long time, and have always related to you and admired your writing style.
For someone who is used to Single Fish, this evolution of the blog over the past few months has been a bit difficult for me because of this new tone of writing. It’s wonderful that you’re so happy. You deserve it! But lately most of your posts have been tinged with this gloating, smug, self-satisfied tone. You deserve to gloat over having a great boyfriend– it’s just not so easy to swallow all the time. The last line of the blog today is just obnoxious. Am sure it wasn’t meant to be. But, ugh.
So what is that German word for a simultaneous feeling of “holy crap my heart melted right there with you” and “holy crap I hate you because your boyfriend is so friggin’ awesome”?
EP get over yourself.
To EP: Jealous much? Wow, you really must be in a bad place to want everyone to be as miserable as you are….
Fish:
Enjoy every minute. it’s nice that even though you are well aware of how wonderful your man is that he keeps surprising you. I’m envious, I’ll admit but I don’t begrudge you happiness like some others!
I’m so glad you got home OK, and that you had roses waiting for you when you arrived. I give the Boy mucho credit for his thoughtfulness!! And I have to say (sort of in response to EP) that for all that you have gone through to get here, I’m really happy for you that things are going well!!
Happy that you are happy.
Apologies for my post yesterday.
I did not mean for it to come across the way it did. The stuff in there about you deserving happiness is true. I do mean that part. Yes, I was having a bad day and reading “My boyfriend is better than your boyfriend” while sitting here felt terrible for a variety of reasons. I’m sure you all have been in awful moods, and things that normally wouldn’t bug you at all are suddenly blown out of proportion. Maybe you snap at somebody and then apologize and all is forgiven. Me? I write it on the Internet where it stays forever.
The part about me knowing you didn’t mean for it to come across as obnoxious is true, too. I think you’re an awesome person from what I’ve gathered in your writing. I know my opinion is in the way minority on yesterday’s post, but we’re all allowed to post our different opinions. I just could have phrased it A LOT differently. Kaelyn–I’m not a miserable person. Just someone who was in a miserable mood yesterday. I’ve destroyed the evite inviting you all to join my misery.
Love and light to you and your boyfriend, Fish.
No worries. And I agree, it did read as smug and self-satisfied, but it was also supposed to read light-hearted and silly. At least, that was my intent.
Cherish the good ones… they are SO TOO few and far between!!!
Maybe he will give lessons to the rest of them
A girl can only hope.
EP – The true measure of a person is how and if they can admit they were wrong. You did good!
I agree Fish’s writing style has changed but that’s because she has changed. She’s moved into a new area of her life and she’s in love and all of us poor saps who are still living her old life are split in two – happy for her and jealous as hell. I love reading about her happiness but sometimes when I’m feeling sorry for myself, it’s a bit too much. But that’s not her stuff. That’s all mine!
Can I say my husband is better than your boyfriend?
It’s nice that you feel so confident after some months, but it actually gets to the best point after years. I hope you get to experience that!
Hey EP, you can come visit my blog when you’re feeling like you were yesterday. Lots of misery at my place
And then, when you’re feeling like you need to be reminded that good things exist, you can come back over here!
I just came across this blog, so forgive me if I’m missing something, but…why does EP needs to apologize? She made a good point–that WAS a smug comment. When you have a great boyfriend, you don’t need to make a big deal of it. It’s kind of a sign of insecurity.
Particularly since it seems like many of the women who read this blog (judging from the comments above) aren’t completely satisfied with their relationships, it’s a bit of a low blow from this blogger.
When she gets to the point where she DOESN’T have to brag about her relationship to the whole world, then we’ll know it has actually reached a really good stage.
EP, actually didn’t say that you were a miserable person. I think I actually think that I pegged it exactly. I said you were in a bad place and wanted everyone to be as miserable as you. I don’t know you so I could hardly say that you are a miserable person! But I digress!
Fish has a big heart. Sure that all is forgiven!
Wait–why does EP have to apologize? The last comment WAS smug. If you have a great relationship, you don’t have to brag about it to everyone–to do so is actually kind of insecure. Not to mention insensitive to the many readers who apparently don’t have a good man in their life.
It’s fine to say you’re happy, and that your guy is great (I’ve been married 5 years and have loved every minute!) but to say “My boyfriend is better than yours”?? Why don’t you just add a “na-na” at the end?
I find it SO interesting when someone posts virtually the same comment under two different names. Is that for validation?
Is there such a thing as a “Boyfriend-Off”? I’ll put mine up against yours, Fish!
As for the commentary above…I must have been in the same mood you were. I read the last sentence as silly and sweet.
More than anything, I want you to enjoy your relationship. Shout it from the rooftops when your man does something kind, considerate and loving. When it comes to relationships, far too many people harp on the bad and fixate on the negative. It’s wonderful to see you share the positive things, too.
I don’t think sharing the kind and thoughtful things is a sign on insecurity. I feel it’s a sign that you can acknowledge and appreciate the little things that make your relationship special.
I’ve been single (happily and unhappily) and I have been in relationships (happily and unhappily). I’m blessed and lucky to have my boy (Doc) in my life and I’ll be the first to admit it and will tell anyone who will listen that I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Every woman deserves to be happy in a fulfilling relationship…and I sincerely hope everyone finds that at some point.
Maybe I am biased because I DO have a great boyfriend but that last line was totally within your style of writing. Sarcastic and silly. Also, I always see posts like this as an inspiration for the type of relationship to strive for, even if I did feel envious inside a little when I was single.
Let’s remember the rule about blogs: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Period.
I think it’s great that you have a guy that appreciates you and likes making you feel loved . And honestly … people who take your last comment as snobish or bragging … they’re just jealous . You were just screaming from the top of the world wide web how great the dork lord is =).
AWWWWWW!!!! I want that shirt when you get it printed
Haha, that second similar post must have been my sister…she showed me this blog and then we were chatting about it. Looks like she posted her thoughts at home before mine showed up (eh, Nat?)
In any case, maybe I read it wrong–I think the blogger’s post today clears things up. (Maybe I will become a regular reader! Many developments here
just for the record, i think the BEST PART of this post is the last line. i had quite the chuckle when i read it. it’s something my friends or i would say ton one another in complete jest, because our guys ALL have their moments as the best (and the worst) so it comes with the territory of being in love.
haahah the last line is the BEST part! my sister and i say that to each other ALL the time. i also want a t-shirt that says that, or maybe a mug haha
You’re lucky Fish. My knight in shining armor turned out to be a loser wrapped in tin foil… Sigh.