Chemistry

So, one of the jewish boys and I have been talking a lot lately. We've got chemistry. His birthday, is on a fucking meteor shower. How cool is that? SO cool, is the proper answer.

So, I had a girlfriend over at my house for hannukah tonight and I asked her to test out my new mattress. I generally, like really firm mattresses and so I wanted to see if it was comfortable for other people, in case... well... you know.

So, we in my bed, cuddling and she starts to unwind and share everything that she misses about her ex and their recent breakup. Turns out, she just wants to cuddle. I said, "cuddling with girls, is never the same. I'm always the big spoon and I hate being the big spoon. And being the little spoon to somebody smaller than you, sucks."

She said "My ex never really liked spooning. He liked face to face cuddling or his arm around me with my face on his chest. "

"I said, I think I know a guy that likes spooning..."

When she left, I called him up. He was standing outside of the library at his respective university in the rain. We started talking about cuddling and he admitted that he likes all kinds of cuddling as long as it's cuddling. He stops for a second and says "Everyone around me is looking at me. "

We kept talking and I told him the story about the "smooth" guy. He asked me if I was impressed by his smoothness.

Our history is a little strange. He always contacts me right after a breakup. For awhile, I thought it was just to boost his confidence. I said, "We're not just talking again because you're single again, right?"

"No, No! My feelings for you are static, they never change. I'm a metal and you're an electromagnetic wave. You give me a positive feeling."

I started chuckling. I could hear the people around him asking questions. And then I heard him say " What? Guys, she's really pretty!" I kept laughing but I didn't mean to. It was just so cute. We always talk about how we have chemistry. Well, there it is. I'm an electromagnetic wave. Simple as that.

Smooth....

Rugby player asked me to see harry potter with him. I said, sure! free ticket to Harry Potter? Okay.

He picks me up with his roommate. We get to the movie theater, site down and we sit in this order. Me, rugby player, roommate.

half way through the movie, Rugby player turns to me and says "SO, my shoulder is really sore from this recent basketball injury..."

I become girly and sensitive and say "Aww... Are you okay?"

He says" Nah, I'm fine, I just need to elevate my shoulder." and with that, he wraps heis arm around me. Only, it was really uncomfortable.

I said, "You think you're smooth, don't you?"

"yeah, I'm pretty smooth."

I took his arm off of my shoulder.

We finish the movie. He almost cries when (SPOILER) dobby dies.

Two hours after I'm back at my house, I get a text from him. "I'm smooth, you just don't know it yet."

Lucky Week

I've the absent minded professor syndrome. I think I inherited from my dad.

In one week I left my wallet at a bus stop, forgot my binder in a sushi shop, lost my phone, left my hat and book and eyeliner (?) in my friend's dorm room and finally, dropped my hat on the floor on my professors office and didn't know it.

By the grace of whatever keeps the universe together, every single thing came back to me.

My professor ended up giving the hat to another professor and by doing so, I was able to have a good conversation with both of them about international education opportunities and a few different mentor-ships with the college of forestry faculty.

On top of that, my good Jewish flirt buddy has promised to spend the night before his birthday watching the meteor shower provided that the skies are clear. Side note: He has a meteor shower on his birthday every year. How awesome is that? Mom, why didn't you plan better so that I could have a meteor shower for my birthday?? Seriously.

Basically, Everything has fallen into place and I'm incredibly grateful.

Nice Jewish Soon to be Lawyers.

Once upon a time, there was a Jewish girl that looked like a shiksa. She was tall, naturally blond and had blue eyes. In high school, she rarely dated. Her father, a professor at the local university, worried that she would never learn how to have a relationship. He tried time and time again to set his daughter up on dates with his prize students. He would ask, "Is ___ years too old for you?"

Now this same young woman is studying at the very same university where her father still teaches. She has many potential boyfriends. The problem though, is that they live all over the world. She calls them her "guy friends" but means that they are "options" for the future.

One day, her father calls her. " Young Man A just graduated with a degree in construction engineering but he decided to become an environmental lawyer instead. I just wrote his letter of recommendation. You two would hit it off. He's an independent thinker, well-read and has good politics. Plus, he looks Jewish the way you look Jewish." He's excited but doesn't want his daughter to feel pressured into a date so instead he says "Here's his e-mail. You both are going to Israel this year. You should talk about it."

The daughter laughs a little. Sends the nice, young Jewish soon to be lawyer a brief e-mail and calls one of her favorite guy friends. She tells him "Guess what just happened!.... My dad tried to set me up with a nice, Jewish boy who's going to be a lawyer...again."

Her guy friend breathes a deep breath and exhales "Can't you just tell him you already have one of those?"

She can see where this is going but wants him to admit it. "And who might that be?"

"Well...me."

"And... there it is. Potential." She thinks to herself and smiles.

Rant

Why do guys always say that I'm a "sweet girl" or "so cute" or "fucking adorable?"

I know that most young women want to be told that but I'm tired of it. Being told that I'm sweet or cute is demeaning. Puppies are cute, kittens are sweet and babies are adorable.

Multi-lingual, motorcycle wanting, forestry students are not. We're badass. Why can't guys tell me that I'm impressive or intimidating or intellectually stimulating or even sexy? No, I'm "Sweet." So what if I'm blond, wear cardigans and ride a pink bicycle with a basket. I'm more than that. Does friendly translate into adorable? I should start glaring more often.

Stupid boys.

You with Your Voice

I see you once a year.

We talk

maybe once a month.

We're friends.

I can be an absolute bitch and you don't care.

I don't care that you are a bit of a dick.

We match.

Remember, when you helped me break up with my boyfriend a year ago?

I tried on my own and failed. Miserably. I remember, I called you. I was terrified.

You said,

"Just breath. Call him back. See him in person. Say the hardest thing first. Be honest and say you're ending it. If he wants an explanation, give it to him. But don't try and dip you're toe in the water because you have to jump right in or you'll back out of it."

I called him back. I broke his heart and as the rain poured down and the tears came down his face, I felt relieved.

I called you back, exhilarated. I said I had done it.

You said, "good, because now if you're ever in my neck of the woods, I can have you to myself."

And I wanted to slap you for it. And I wanted to giggle and I wanted to laugh and dance and hug myself.

You're taller than me by just an inch but you don't mind if I wear heels. You said it's nice to look a woman in the eye and a powerful woman is something to be respected, not feared.

You have bright green eyes, a constant five o' clock shadow and silver flecked hair. You're only a year older than me but you look about ten years older.

Then you open your mouth and speak. Although the words are articulate and well placed, the voice is husky and boyish.

You seem young but precocious.

I remember meeting you. I couldn't remember your name but you so clearly remembered mine. You tackled me in the snow. I was speechless. Not because you blew me away by your looks or charm, but because I couldn't place you. At all.

You grew on me though. Persistence. It's a virtue. It took you over a year to gain my respect. You have it now. Whole-heartedly. You've grown up a lot though. The past few years haven't been easy on you.

You still make me furious sometimes. There was awhile when you would call me to flirt with me so that you felt wanted. I'm more than an ego boost. We dealt with it though and you realized that it was a shitty reason to call someone. That said, you make me feel wanted too.

Neither of us are ready for real relationships. We live far from each other and our schedules aren't conducive to visits. Maybe a little long-distance flirtation isn't a bad thing.

Last time I saw you, I brought a friend. You were dating someone at the time and I didn't want to find myself kissing you and getting in the middle of something. I could feel you staring at me though. You undressed me with your eyes and every time you came near me, I could feel your sharp intake of breath as you tried to stealthily smell my hair. You weren't very sneaky.

And yet, being wanted with those eyes of yours makes me melt.

Someday, we'll go on two dates that won't be a year apart.

Names

child, I am flower

my reproductive powers bring other people

and with them,

beauty into the world.

I grow and wilt

Give me water, nutrients sunlight,

I will blossom.

You, dear soul, are stone.

Practical and handsome.

You are smoothed by rivers and waterfalls.

Finely ground against the molecules. Softened.

I harden, fossilize against you.

I leave my print within you

and you

will never be the same.