Sunday, March 17, 2013

If You Like It

Man - "You look great!"

Guy Playing Guitar - "I feel great.  How's your fiancée?"

Man - "Oh, man.  Not fiancée.  Just girlfriend right now."

Guy Playing Guitar - "Really?  When you gonna take care of that?"

Man - "I dunno, man.  She's doing really well; she's got a really great job and I'm not doing too well. I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing and where I belong, you know?  So I feel like right now isn't a good time to ask her to settle for me."

Guy Playing Guitar - "No, man.  I see you together.  That's love.  Love is real and good, and if you know and feel that, everything else is gonna take care of itself.  You two are special.  She's not settling at all, because I can see when she looks at you, she really loves you."

Man - "Thanks, man.  Good to see ya."  (Tosses a $5 in his case.)

Guy Playing Guitar - "Thanks.  Don't forget - what you have is special.  Don't let fear kill that."


Tonight, I'm going to propose to my girlfriend.

Not because I'm ready, or eager to, or think it's any kind of a good idea, but because a man playing guitar basically told me I should.

And he's right.  What we have is special.  We've been together three months, and already I feel completely comfortable around her.  Just last night, when she came over, I didn't even get dressed.  I would never do that with someone I cared about impressing.  That's comfort, domesticity, and I guess love.

Also, I've never in my life felt the kind of security I've experienced when I'm with Melissa.  Not emotional security, the financial kind.  I've always been a musician, which is why I can relate so much to that man that plays at the train stop.  I picked up a guitar when I was 8 and haven't stopped playing since.  Unfortunately, since the economy is so rough right now, my gigs went way down, and I only get like 2-3 slots a week at Potbelly's around the city.  Melissa, though, she's got a sweet job downtown.  I don't know what she does, but from the amount of hours she works, paired with the way she dresses going there, I can tell it probably pays pretty well.

That's how we met - she was on her lunch break, and I was at a gig.  She walked in with a bunch of her co-workers, heard me playing, and gave me a sweet smile.  See, Melissa's got this smile.  It's just really nice.  I can't explain it, but when she smiles, I can tell she's happy.

I want to make her smile forever.

Not in a creepy, frozen-clown way, but when she wakes up, she looks at me and smiles type of way.
Right now, she'll snooze her phone to the point of waking me up enough that I can't get back to sleep, then she rushes around a bit, swears a few times, and slams the door on the way out.  She doesn't really say bye, but I know she means to.  Every now and then she'll even send me a text soon after that says, "Sorry I didn't say bye.  I was running late.  Please don't stay super long, and make sure you wear clothes if you have to pee; my roommate doesn't really approve of me letting guys hole up in our place without me there, but I was in such a rush, I didn't have time to bother waking you.".  See?  She's amazing.  I know she's playing games, because she doesn't want me to think she's super into me, but I see right through her.  She couldn't even wait until she got to work; just couldn't stop thinking of me.  I mean, that guy playing guitar said she looks at me like she loves me.  I don't remember being at that specific el stop with her, but I'm sure I just forgot.  He's probably remembering right.  He's got to be.

So, tonight, I'm going to go hang out at my place for a bit, maybe do some laundry, and wait until she texts me (it's usually around the tail end of happy hour).  I'll coyly respond by telling her I'm already on my way (girls love that stuff), stop and pick up some sort of flower at the Jewel near her apartment, and when I get there, ask her to be my wife.

Because when you have something special, you have to recognize that, and put it in a cage.  Not a literal cage.  Though, that would be kinky.  I just meant you have to grab it - carpe diem.  Take it.  Because love is special.  And sometimes, it's all you need.

I just hope she's not expecting a ring or anything, cause Potbelly's salary doesn't really afford that.


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