04.06.04 | 10:25 pm
Looking at life
So, here I am at 10:30 in the evening, in Rome's house, waiting for him to come home to me. Its a nice feeling, both waiting and the anticipation of knowing that someone is at home waiting for you. Lochie is curled at my feet. I can truly say I love him, so very much. Oh, and of course I love Rome as well *grin*.
You know, usually I try and steer clear of these sorts of entries. Yes folks, you know the kind I mean - "those" sorts of entries. I guess I began to adapt Rome's whole "live in the moment" approach to life, which might work for him, at his age, at his time in life. But it doesn't work quite half as well for me.
I went out on a couple of appointments this afternoon, with my partner in crime (lets call him Lucas, for no other reason than I particularly like the name Lucas right now. It's most likely a little young for him, but lets progress nonetheless). Lucas and I are suprisingly close, which is not really entirely suprising seeing as we do spend a fair amount of time working together. Generally, we get on and work well together.
So this afternoon, like many afternoons (and mornings for that matter) I find myself sitting next to Lucas as we drive to meet a client a good 30 minute trip from our office. We chat in the car, about everythings and nothings, like we usually do. For example, I shared my excitement at the prospect of this weekend's 2004 Western Australian Food & Wine Festival being held at the Burswood Dome.
But anyway. Lucas and I got talking about more... deep and meaningful theories on life. I find that in many ways we often share a very similar view point on life, about certain topics. And we agree very whole-heartedly. Somehow we began talking about an age difference between couples - don't for the life of me ask how we got there because I wouldn't have the foggiest idea. Actually, no, I lie. Lucas' wife, Lillian (my, could you imagine a couple named Lucas and Lillian!), has recently fallen pregnant. So I asked after her health, how things were progressing, etc etc and Lucas happened to mention that several other girls that Lily worked with (in a very large organisation, mind you) had fallen pregnant around the same time.
On an off note, its funny how that happens isn't it? Like those old midwife tales about girls in the same house all getting their period at the same time.
Anyway, I digress.
So he happened to mention that one of the girls was quite young, only 22. Her partner was quite a fair bit older, but then Lucas began to express his own opinion on age gaps in relationships.
And I tell you now, had Lucas not been considerably older than me or if he had been particularly appealing to me... OR if we didn't work as closely as we did, I would have been very much inclined to grab his head and kiss him, wanting to scream to the heavens above, "Thank God!".
Rarely have I ever come across a person who sees life as I do. And strange that it would be a 43 year old man to be one of those few.
You know, there is a digustingly, ridiculously, positively collosal amount of things to start writing and talking about from this point onwards. But for the life of me, I cannot bring myself to do it. The boy will be home soon and my eyes are dropping like flies.
Never fear, this shall continue.
Hahaha, don't you hate that? Its like seeing Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring for the very first time, without even knowing its part of a goddamn trilogy. You get there, after three sodding hours, right there as Sam and Frodo stand at the edge of the beginnings of Mordor and then... it just... ends! And you want to get up and throw popcorn at the screen and yell, "You bastards!" Well, yell and scream all you want, my loves, but I shall not get into the nitty gritty of what I was about to start discussing, until I have the complete and total energy and state of mind in which to do so.
So in the meantime, my precious darlings, goodnight and sweet dreams. May you all be so lucky as to hold someone tonight and have them hold you, just as I will.