Biscuit does not believing in jinxing. Specifically, he does not believe that if he prods me into gushing about a new relationship, it won’t vanish in a puff of cologne-scented smoke directly following. Me? I’m not so unbelieving. Chalk it up to past not-so good experiences, but over the years I’ve grown decidedly more hesitant to show unbridled enthusiasm before it’s a done deal. You know, like, before he’s signed an affidavit or notarized a love letter. That sort of thing.
New relationships always seem to leave a lot of room for uncomfortable speculation. Is he? Does he? For me, the legal tender of romance has become insecurity. We trade our insecurities like Garbage Pail Kid cards on the playground at recess – giving up some of our favorites (does my ass look big in this skirt?) for more coveted items like, chin burn.
I do like chin burn. And that be brushes his teeth in the shower. And rests his hand on my knee while he drives. And that he teases me until I pout and then kisses it better.
But that’s all you’re getting! Because if I reveal more, the moment he doesn’t immediately return a text message I’m going to have to automatically assume I’ve jinxed it.
And it’ll be all your fault.
I hate myself for my insecurities but I completely relate.
What an incredible conundrum to have.
he hasn’t notarized a love letter? ditch him now.
Ack, quick, throw some salt over your left shoulder and spit into the wind three times! That should cure any jinxes for the time being. Unless you say the word Jin…damn it, now I need to go find some salt…
Well, here’s hoping that conditions remain sunny and favorable for the foreseeable future.
Is it that limo driver? come on tell the truth.
What a tough place to be in.
ah yes. i am also learning the art of reining in unbridled enthusiasm. why must it be so difficult!
notarized love? what a great euphemism for a marriage certificate. i bet we’ll be hearing that term come next prez election. you just invented a new phrase!
well, i hope it works out beautifully and being held in suspense isn’t so bad after all.
Enjoy it!!
That’s sweet Fish–someone to stand under the mistletoe with!
I completely understand this type of jinxing. I’ve done it to myself a million times, but I think I’ve finally learned my lesson.
Regardless, enjoy it as long as possible!
if you don’t bring your unjinxed chin burn to my christmas party, i will rain down a hellfire of candy canes not seen since the biblical times.
I can empathize. I’m in this position of not sharing right now, too, because I don’t want to jinx it.
Mmmm. Chin burn is *le meilleur.*
It’s crazy, but it’s true. Don’t talk about it and it stands so much more of a chance!
Trading insecurities is how I become good friends with people. Isn’t that how we all bond, over our dreams and fears?
And wouldn’t an “insecurity trading floor” be a great skit (if it could somehow write itself)?
Sounds like Jewish guilt for being happy and in the bubble. Screw the second guessing a enjoy it for gosh sake. STRONG IS SEXY. OWN YOURSELF!! If a woman starts complaining about her looks I am so out of there, If you don’t like yourself how do expect us to like you?
But it never hurts to say Rabbit rabbit and spin three times on the 1st day of the month.
Wait, number 1: who is jewish? number 2: who was complaining about her looks?
Not me!
Oh you tease!
Aw, Fish! Yay!
I mean– I feel completely neutral for you.
Hey– didn’t you use to be against text messaging?
if this is the guy i made the the castration comment about then i will keep up the facade. you see, my secret power is that everything i think i know usual turns out to be the opposite. if i say a person is bad, they are usually nominated for a nobel. a movie i don’t like? oscar material. who would have known nirvana would be so influencial in the nineties? everone but me.
jinxing myself and predicting outcomes usually affects others in a positive manner. and as far as any of the namby-pambies out there who disagree with the idea that you shouldn’t show your insecurities all I have to say is ‘m kay. You fall in lust with the perceived perfections. love is finding out all about the little warts and insecurities and still not running off like a mad person. now if any big ones come up, put on the cross trainers and sprint like a mo’fo.
If you want to jinx it, give your new beau this url. That will nix it eventually. You’re going to have days when you want to write privately about it and you won’t be able to if he’s reading it.
I love this post, because I can totally relate. But all I can think is, “Garbage Pail Kid, I remember those!!”