Where is my fiancé?

It’s around 8.30pm at night, and I haven’t seen my dear fiancé since about 8.30am this morning. He won’t be home until past 9pm. He is busy at work, and has been for weeks. I know it sounds stupid, but I really miss him. Even though on a normal night we might sit here for a few hours, and sit together in silence, but he is still there is I need to talk to him, or if I decide I want a hug RIGHT THEN.
I just miss being around him most of my day, by the time he gets home I get him some tea, it’s basically time for bed.
I also realised just how much I can’t wait to be his wife. I cannot wait, and I love we both the decision early on that our wedding would be ours only, it may shock our family and friends, but our wedding/marriage our choice!

However, being home alone for weeks on end means I’ve watched way too much television I probably wouldn’t watch with the boy. I can’t watch my favourite shows, why? Because the boy watches them too! I have gone through about 3 and a half seasons of One Tree Hill. I love it! I’m hooked. Luckily, the boy hasn’t had to watch all those seasons with me, I’ve just had a marathon to keep me company.
Also, the Foxtel channel ‘You.’ It has the WORST shows, but I have it on constantly. It plays shows like, ‘Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?’ (a show about bridezillas), ‘Hitched or DItched’ (within a week the couple has to choose to either get married or break up) and ‘Don’t Tell The Bride’ (the groom organises the wedding without the bride knowing.), plus all those tragic make over shows air constantly. It’s terrible but I just can’t turn it off.

Favourite song atm?


If you can’t be bothered watching the video, at least the lyrics.

Got a man, call him my boyfriend, think I’ve fallen in love
The only man that gives me the things that I am worthy of
Hugs me and holds me, kisses me softly, calls me back right away
He communicates his feelings to me and cares what I have to say
He says “Baby, I love you, baby, I need you. Never gonna let you go”

Writes me love notes, takes me shopping and to Broadway shows
Talk to him like he is a girlfriend, slumber party every night
I’ve never felt so happy before, he’s almost Mr. Right
But I think he’s hot and I think he’s sweet
And I think he’s gay and I think he’s neat
Okay, okay, so my boyfriend’s gay
But what does it matter anyway?
He hasn’t come out of the closet yet
‘Til then, I’ll take all that I can get

If he doesn’t think I know
But I know, I know, I’ve always known
If he doesn’t think it shows
But it shows, for sure, it’s always shown
You might think it’s a little sad
But he’s the best lover that I’ve ever had

At night, when we’re lying in bed
He’s not hard, it’s okay, ’cause he gives me head
Like my mom always says
“It takes more than a pound to be good in bed”
You don’t know the meaning of “rock your world”
‘Til you’ve been with a guy who thinks like a girl

He lies and says he’s on meds, that’s why he’s never stiff
When I ask if he’s not into me, he always says, “As if!”
But the way he makes up for his shortcomings just could not be finer
‘Cause my new best friend is his tongue and his is my vagina
He reappears from under the covers, looking like he’s been to war
Breaks a sweat, catches his breath, and comes down back for more
After that, he’s never tired, he just want to talk
And cuddles me until I sleep, then takes his dog for a walk

Someday he’ll come out and I’ll be happy for him when he does
And I know I’ll be sad and thinking of what was
Someday this fairytale will come to an end
‘Cause his fairy tail will find a like-minded friend

If he doesn’t think I know
But I know, I know, I’ve always known
If he doesn’t think it shows
But it shows, for sure, it’s always shown
You don’t need no penetration
When you got a good dose of overcompensation

At night, when we’re lying in bed
He’s not hard, it’s okay, ’cause he gives me head
Like my mom always says
“It takes more than a pound to be good in bed”

You don’t know the meaning of slot machine
‘Til you’ve been with a king who thinks like a queen

I know it’s not forever, but that’s okay
‘Cause I’m his girlfriend, and he’s my gay (cha cha cha)

Thanks Dooce

Not only is Dooce.com a great blog to read, but it taught me a great lesson. Do not blog about work, or work mates. Though I kind of ignored that for my last blog, but that was much more about my aspirations, and if  I could achieve that at my work place. I have refrained from telling many amusing stories about my co-workers, because you know I don’t want to lose my job. However, this means a lot of my “interesting” life is off limits to my blog!

So instead I’ll leave you with this photo of Paul Anka being interesting and shaking paws.

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About Me

I'm a 20 year old, I'm studying a Marketing degree full time and work pretty much full time also. I live with my boyfriend, our puppy, and every fortnight the little one. I'm looking forward to becoming the second wife and step mum.