1. What name did you once wish you had? Hmm...when I was younger, there was this guy I used to look up to.  We were in the elementary, and he seemed to have all the popularity in the world.  He's from Guam, and I'm pretty sure a lot of you know who he is, so I won't mention his full name.  The name, however, was Chris.
2. What is/are the ugliest names you can think of? I can't really think of any ugly names...Matilda?
3. What would you name these, if you had them as pets?
a) Turtle: Slow Poke
b) Goose: Moose
c) Rabbit: Layla (haha)
4. If there was a song about you, what would it be called? Love me
5. What would you name your kids? I have a few suggestions, but I think I would leave that up to my wife; after all, she did carry them for 9 friggin' months!
6. If you built a ship, what would you name it? Guamanian

So what did I do last night?  Truthfully, I don't really like to blog about what I do during the day, because I think of it as a cheap way out of blogging, you know?  What I want my blog to be is a record of my thoughts and ideas, realizations and dreams, and not a daily planner.  But for some reason or other, I find myself blogging about what I do throughout my day because it ties in with what I have learned from it.  So last night, admist my oh-so-busy schedule including a whole lot of nothing, I received a phone call from Kristle at around 6:30 pm.  I wasn't home at the time--Lord knows where I was--but as soon as I did get home, I made sure to return her call.  It turned out that she wanted to see what I was doing last night (Friday night, go figure) because she felt like dancing.  By the time I had returned her phone call, however, her back had started hurting and she no longer felt up for it.  Instead, she invited me over to hang out at her brother's place, but because I was incredibly busy--wrapped up in all my nothings, of course--I had to make sure it was all clear on my schedule.  Fortunately, I found a break inbetween and promised her that I'd give her a call.  I ended up heading to her house around 10:45 in the evening because she had dinner plans with a couple of her friends.  Funny thing is, though, is that when I got there, we barely spent any time with each other!  I ended up talking to her sister-in-law Dolores for about two hours--two hours of which Kristle ended up sleeping through!  When we finally finished our conversation, I had woken Kristle up so that I could finally hang out with her.  As fate would have it, I myself became extremely tired from all the conversing that Dolores and I did, so I ended up falling asleep!  Believe it or not, about 75% of my time at her place last night was spent either asleep, or waiting for her to wake up.....ai adai.

So, what's the point of all this?  Well, while she (Kristle) was asleep--and because as hard as I tried, I couldn't fully-fully pay attention to Dolores talk about education and mortgage rates--I couldn't help but watch her and remember what it was like to be with her.  Sleeping, mind you, is one of the most intimate actions we can do as human beings, because we're no longer aware of our surroundings and therefore are ourselves in our truest forms.  To be comfortable enough to sleep around someone else is one of the most beautiful things one can achieve with another, and I never once took it for granted.  So, as I watched her in her peaceful slumber, I began to wonder why I loved her so much.  As I looked at her face, watched her eyes twitch as she was no doubt dreaming, I reminded myself that I was madly in love with her, and the feeling that I had the day I realized I fell in love with her had not subsided in the least.  I realized again, as I had last year, that I loved her because she was a beautiful person.  Not just any beautiful person, but the most beautiful person I know.   I love ever aspect of her, from her physical appearance to her mental capacity, right down to her imperfections; everything about her is as it should be, a masterpiece from God Himself. 

I love her looks.  She has a beauty that is all her own, and she has the ability to turn heads from even the handsomest of men.  Her hair, now a bit passed her shoulders, seems to have been made from the finest silk, and smells of the freshest of air.  Her face, as pure and angelic as can be, is that of a cat--smoothe and discreet, yet beautifully demanding of your attention.  Her body is beyond the conventional beauty.  It holds its own radiance because it fits her so well.  Her face, along with her personality, could not be matched up with a better body.  The touch of her hand is warm, the kind of warm we feel when our mothers would comfort us as kids during a thunder storm.  The feel of her skin is soft and smooth, like a bed of pillows and blankets atop the highest clouds.  John Mayer said it right when he sang, "Your Body is a Wonderland". 

I love her voice.  Her voice, be it on the phone or in person, has the uncanny ability to put me to sleep.  So soothing is it that when we speak, I am rushed into a world of peace and tranquility, and I often times find myself floating on a boat in the middle of an ocean beneath the bluest of skies and the whitest of clouds, lost in both my thoughts and her voice.  Her voice, I'm sure from the Heavens itself, is soft, pronounced, and lovely all at the same time.  Beautiful, for lack of a better word...

I love how she moves.  Whenever she moves around, its always graceful.  Like a swan gliding over water, she moves with such preciseness and grace that you would think she was walking down the isle on her wedding day.  Such eloquence as a lady, she not only demands my attention when she moves, but all those who are fortunate enough to lay their eyes upon such beauty.  Everything she does, from tying her hair to drinking a glass of water, is done with the grace and style that comes from a wonderful upbringing and an even better woman; she embodies what a lady should be. 

These three characteristics are just a few of what this woman has to offer, and as I watched her sleep on the couch right across from me, these three things came to mind most often.  I am so deeply in love with her, and who knows when I'll be over her.  One thing is for sure, though: if ever I get over her, I am sure I'll still be able to appreciate these things about her long after I have moved on with my life.  She is, and I'm sure will always be, the most beautiful thing I have ever let go...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a list of twenty-five things that I look for in a woman.  Now, I know that both Joan and Hands have published a list of what they want in their ideal man, and I think it would be a nice idea to follow and publish what I would want in a woman.  However, this list of mine has been kept extremely low-key; I have not told a soul about it.  Call me silly, but I feel that if I tell, I’d be giving away the secret to my happiness, the recipe for my satisfaction.  For no other reason than that, I have kept my list private and withheld from everyone who was interested….until last night.  Last night, I created an entire blog outlining what I wanted in a woman—all twenty-five detailed as greatly as I could.  When I finally finished, I sat back, read it over, and started having second thoughts about if I should post it or not.  After too long of a deliberation period, I decided that I would save on Microsoft Word and get the opinion of others on whether or not I should publish.  Turns out that the only person I talked to last night—long enough to bring this subject up, at least—was Kristle, which was perfectly fine because I value her opinion more than most.  I told her that it meant a lot to me to keep my list private, and being the oh-so-sagacious woman that she is, suggested that instead of a list of things that I want in a woman, I should list all the things that I don’t want—genius, isn’t it?  I wondered why I didn’t think of that myself, but in any case, it was a wonderful idea.  Kristle, here is your credit….

 

So I will attempt to jot down a list of things that I don’t want, or appreciate, in the opposite sex.  Please feel free to let me know if you feel the same way on some items, or if you disagree on others.  Here goes:

 

SNOBBINESS:  I can’t picture myself with someone who thinks that they are the sole individual in the room.  A woman who can’t get over herself—the way she looks, smells, sounds, talks, etc.—is, by far, a woman who I want nothing to do with.  I need someone who can accept their beauty in stride, without having to gloat, or brag, or magnify.  I need subtle beauty, because that kind of beauty is heavenly. 

 

THOSE WHO ARE PLASTIC:  In case you don’t know what “plastic” is, it means fake.  I don’t like women who walk around professing to be who they are not.  A woman who is confident in who they are and who they have become not only shows that they are sure of themselves, but also exhibit a kind of sexuality that is extremely appealing.  If, for example, I was on a date and a woman was completely comfortable with herself—not too much makeup, honest with her upbringing and her societal status, etc.—it would be a definite plus.  I don’t want women who are rich or had perfect childhoods.  I don’t want women who went/go to the best schools.  I don’t want women who are, in all senses, perfect.  Truth is, I want—no, I need—a woman who is fallible.  I need a woman who is imperfect, so that I can truly love them for who they are.  I want to be able to know that my wife is capable of err, because if they are not, then what is the point of “for better or for worse?” 

 

POSSESSIVENESS:  If there is one thing I value in a relationship, its trust.  I cannot see myself in a relationship without trust, and yes, possessiveness is a form of mistrust.  If I were to settle with one woman, then I need her to understand that I am with her and no one else.  I need to be able to go out and hang with my buddies without having her call me every 20 minutes to see what I’m doing.  When I get home and call her, I need her to ask me if I had fun and NOT what I did, who I was with, where did I go, etc.  I need someone who will trust that I am not that kind of person, and that my devotion has been committed to her and only her.  On the same token, I give what I receive.  I am a very trusting person, because as naïve as it sounds, I believe that the people I date will never hurt me.  I have yet to be proven wrong, but I’m knocking on wood as I type this.

 

SMOKERS:  Both cigarettes and drugs…I can’t tolerate any of those.  I can’t imagine kissing an ashtray, you know?  I hate the fact that they would spend their hard-earned money—or maybe even mine—on something that would eventually kill them.  Yes, I know that we will all die someday, but why help it?  Every stick of cigarette takes away 30 days of your life…BELIEVE IT!  And then there’s drugs—truthfully, who would want to date someone who’s addicted to drugs?  Plain and simple: both of these unattractive habits will cause harm to my children, both inside and outside the womb.  Anything that will do harm to my children is a no-go to me. J

 

AMBITION-LESS:  I have way too many goals to settle with someone who doesn’t care about their future.  I want to be able to dream, and then work at that dream, with my partner.  It adds spunk to our relationship, and it reminds me that we’re both working to achieve something great with our lives.  I can’t imagine being with someone who will settle working at a diner for the rest of their lives.  Although it is a perfectly respectable job, it’s just not in my cards.  I’ve always pictured my partner to be relatively successful in her career, although I’m not shooting for her to be a CEO or a big-time executive at all.  I just want my wife to be happy with what she has chosen for her career and ensure that if all else fails, that career will bring bread to the table.  I want my children to be excited when its time for “Career Day,” so that they can bring their parents in with as much pride as the next.  My father, for as long as I’ve known him, held a job for no more than 3 months—how’s that for pride?

 

Those are just a few things that I’ve considered passing up when it comes to women.  They are not, by any means, the only things that I find unattractive, but they do rate pretty high up there.  I am sure that there are more, but for right now, I think it’ll suffice.  Truth is, it felt pretty good listing those; it served as a reminder of why I didn’t like them in the first place.  If you find yourself among these categories, please don’t be offended.  This list is not cohesive with my list of things I don’t want in friend (if there is any).  I am one to look far down the road when it comes to women, and these are just a few characteristics that I would prefer to do without in the long run.  Thank you for taking the time out to read my blog. 

In all aspects of life, a challenge is needed in order to remind us that we have yet to reach perfection, and that we never, ever, will.  A challenge serves as a reminder that we are fallible and prone to mistakes.  If life did not offer challenges—if we were never stumped by a question or confused by a road map—then we would never have the opportunity to improve ourselves and better our current lifestyle.  Challenges are as important as successes and failures, and they go hand in hand.  Successes and failures, mind you, are extremely important to the development of a mentally and physically healthy individual, in that they provide one with the ability to learn from a failure, which in turn will allow for the individual to triumph the next time around.  Now, without challenges, where will we garner our successes and failures?  When will we ever be able to engage in events where either success or failure is the absolute outcome?  If not for challenges, we never will. 

 

            At what point, then, does a challenge not exist?  When will we ever find ourselves without a challenge?  Last night, I was told that I posed no challenge.  I was told that I pose no challenge in the sense that I do not put up a fight when it comes to Kristle.  Basically, if she were to ask me to jump, I would respond with, “How high?”  This is true in all senses.  I’m well aware that I am like this, but it never bothered me until last night.  When she told me this, I was stumped (a challenge—ironic?).  I did not know what to say when she told me that.  I was not mad in any way.  No, I wasn’t hurt, disappointed or insulted.  None of those could accurately explain how I felt when she told me that.  Last night those words—formed because her brain sent a message to her mouth, which then transformed the thought into words and slipped it between her lips—shocked me.  I was dumbfounded and at a loss for words, and although I wanted to reply with something that would defend my lack of assertiveness in her presence, all I could muster myself to do was close my eyes,  place my hand over my mouth and absorb it—it was the truth, and I could do nothing about it.  Needless to say, we didn’t speak much on that subject.  Actually, the conversation was extremely short and to the point—I said something, she said I posed no challenge, and I sighed, end of story.  But for what little was actually said last night, the thoughts that were provoked because of that very innocent conversation came in volumes both that night and all day today.  I couldn’t help but think about it, because it was so damn true.  When Kristle is involved, I’m like a little puppy in that all I want to do is please my master (no, she’s not my master, but you get the point).  If she wants me to join her for dinner on a night where I have four flat tires and a tank of gas less than the amount of urine in my bladder, I’d absolutely find a way to get to dinner.  If she asks me to give her a call when I arrive home in the early morning hours, no matter how tired I am, I will not only give her a call, but I’ll stay on the phone until she is good and ready to go to sleep.  If her back gives out and she needs to clean a house bigger than Heaven itself, without question I will be there to help.  All she needs to do is call, and even at that, I’m the one calling her most of the time.  Jump, John.  How high, Kristle?

 

            I know for a fact that “posing a challenge” to the opposite sex is healthy, if not necessary, when trying to court them.  If you answer their every call, clear previous plans whenever they wanted to hang out, or go out of your way to please them in any way, you leave no room for “missability.”  Missability is, simply, your ability to be missed.  In the very early stages of a relationship, if your “friend” does not miss you, where will she find the urge to see you?  If you’re ALWAYS around, instead of wanting to see you, she will start wanting to not see you.  Instead of calling you to dinner, she’ll start having other plans.  Instead of going with you to the movies, she’s having a “girl’s night out,” and yada yada yada.  This is the importance of a challenge, and contrary to popular—or at least Kristle’s—belief, I am well aware of it.  I just choose, however, to ignore it.  I don’t want her missing me, because frankly, I miss her enough for the both of us.  Toss in the fact that she’s leaving in about three weeks and I think you’ll understand why I don’t want to not answer the phone when she calls or not be able to go out with her to a movie.  No, I don’t feel like I have the time to do any of that stuff.  God and Kristle-willing, I want to be able to spend every waking moment with her until the day she leaves.  I don’t want her to go back to San Diego know that I could’ve spent more time with her, that I could’ve spoken to her just a little more if I just answered the phone.  I don’t want to do any of that, because, again, I miss her.  I feel as if the two of us are finally regaining a lot of what was lost over this past year, if nothing more than comfort.  We are getting along a lot greater than we were a month and a half ago, and it’s slowly reminding me of what it was like a year and a half ago, when we first started to really hang out with one another.  This is a great thing, keep in mind, and it’s something that I’ve wanted to happen now for longer than I want to remember.  Why, then, would I want to avoid it?  Why in the world would I not want to embrace it when I can?  SHE’S LEAVING IN THREE WEEKS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!  That’s why I pose no challenge.  It’s not so much that I can’t pose a challenge; actually, I think I’m pretty good in that department.  Simply put, I just don’t want to.    

 

            Now, I know that she said that I pose no challenge for a reason.  Maybe she was just mouthing it off, or maybe she said it because she thinks that I should challenge people—truth is, I don’t know.  But for whatever reason, it left me wondering whether or not I should.  I already know that I don’t want to, but the mere fact that she brought something like that up makes me think that maybe she was trying to tell me something.  Again, this is nothing new…..to other people.  Being “challenging” around Kristle, however, would be.  I’m stuck because I don’t know what to do.  I know that becoming more assertive around her and less passive would do nothing but good, because I’m sure she realizes the importance of it.  I know that she understand that I should not be revolving my life around her, and as hard as it may be to believe, I don’t.  I do have other things to do, other places to be, and other people to hang with.  It just so happens that whenever she calls, I’m free…so why not?  Maybe I’ll start saying no to her for the sake of saying no.  Maybe I’ll stop trying to spend so much time with her so that my chances at missability increase.  Maybe I’ll pretend like I’m not home when she calls, and give her a call later on in the night and say, “Oh, I was just returning your call.”  It would all be B.S., but maybe it’ll do me some good.  Or maybe I won’t do any of that stuff.  Maybe I’ll continue to see her as much as I possibly could and talk to her until the wee hours of the night.  I’m not sure what I’ll do, but one thing is for sure—this right here poses a damn challenge. 

IMPORTANT NOTICE:  I AM DISCONTINUING MY "WORD OF THE DAY" SEGMENT OF THIS BLOG.  I HAVE REALIZED THAT THIS SECTION OF MY BLOG IS, IF NOTHING MORE, AN INCONVENIENCE TO MY ACTUAL ENTRIES.  IF YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW. 

 

I spent yet another night with her.  We had dinner at her Auntie Tina's house as a Liberation Day celebration, and because it was far too late to head down to Merizo to pick up some tuba, I brought an apple pie.  Yes, I know that its stale, but I had no choice--everything was already taken care of.  Dinner was good, and we saw the fireworks from down the street.  Dancing (even if its just a little bit) at Buddies, and then some ice cream at Kings.  Got home around 2:45 am, and the rest is history.  Now on to what I really want to blog about...

 

Lately, I've been spending a lot of time with her.  In actuality, we have spent the last two nights together, and if all goes well, we might spend tonight together again.  All the the time we have spent in each other's company has done nothing but give me insight as to who she is today, who I am when I am with her, and how much the both of us have changed and grown since the last time we actually spent this much time together.  Sometimes, it's still surprising that we're able to hang out the way we do.  In a lot of heart-break cases I have witnessed, the former couple aren't able to speak to one another without blowing up into some type of argument, and that's IF they're able to see one another.  Granted, her and I have had our low points after our breakup, but it never got too far.  Now, she and I are at a level where we're comfortable with each other again, a point where the both of us can spend time together without the worry of "other intentions."  Its good to be at this point, and I'm enjoying it for what its worth.  My only regret, however, is that we couldn't achieve this any sooner.  A lot of the reason why we couldn't has to do with me, so I can't really complain.  I just wish, now more than ever, that we had more time to spend the way we are spending it now, and not just three more weeks. 

I'm not sure if anything is going to develop out of the time that we spend together.  If I had to be completely honest with myself, I doubt anything will.  I understand her situation very well, and although I wish I could change her take on the whole thing, I can't.  I've learned that I've just gotta take what she thinks and accept it.  Its her life, and she will do what she feels is best for her. 

 

I swear...I want to blog so much more on this subject, because I have a million things to say.  I'm just not sure if this is the proper place to vent my feelings.  I'm not too sure if it will be right to blog what I feel and have the rest of the world in on things that mean the most to me.  I want to be honest with my viewers and share what is really going on inside my heart, and for the most part I have.  But this is a very touchy subject, so I have decided that I will withold this time.  I will blog later, and I hope you will forgive me for leaving you in the dark...

 

 

 

You ever have one of those nights where everything seemed to go perfectly?  One of those nights where nothing goes wrong, and everything--and I mean everything--goes according to plan?  One of those nights where it seemed as if nothing could touch you, and you were just on top of the world?  If you haven't had one of those nights before, I highly recommend it.  See, I had one of those last night.  Last night was, for lack of a better--or more extreme--word, amazing.  No, I didn't go skydiving or climb the Rocky Mountains.  I didn't save anybody's life or rescue a beached whale.  I didn't meet the President of the United States, either.  What I did do, however, was spend an evening with Kristle, which to me was not only more important, but much more exciting than any of the aformentioned.  I swear I feel like a schoolboy just mentioning it again.  I'm nervous as I type this, and my hands are shaking as if the temperature in my house was 20 degrees below zero (Haha, like that will ever happen!).  Before I get carried away with telling you how much I enjoyed myself or my physical state as of right now, let me have the honor of explaning how my night went.  Like I said, it was amazing...

 

 7:30 was the time to pick her up.  That alone is amazing, because she didn't want to just meet at the restaurant, she wanted me, of all guys she could've asked, to pick her up at her Auntie Tina's house.  I arrived there about 3 minutes late, but I have a perfectly good explanation for that (well, women will understand perfectly)--I spent, by far, the longest time I've ever spent deliberating what I should wear!  I finally get there and muster up the courage to ring the doorbell.  I wait for about 30 seconds before I start to hear the chain on the other side of the door jingling and rattling about, indicating that someone is opening the door to let me in.  Who, of all people, was it?  Kristle, and she's just about as beautiful as the moon hung low above the horizon in the midst of darkness.  She was absolutely stunning, and I couldn't help but stare at her for a few moments before reality set in and I woke myself up.  At that moment, I knew that a the most beautiful woman on the face of the island was going to accompany me to dinner, and I was damn proud of it!

 

We had dinner at a Tumon restaurant called Pacific Grill.  I had never been there, and although she had tasted the food through the ingenious invention of take-out, she had never set foot in the restaurant either.  To my surprise, Kristle had set up a reservation, so we had a table all set for us already.  Funny, though, because other than us, there were about 2 more parties present in the restaurant, and I didn't really see the need for a reservation.  It was nice, though--at least she thought ahead.  We had a pleasant dinner with pleasant conversation as we tore through our meals; she had the pasta, I had a rack of ribs.  The portions that they give is, in all senses, huge.  As hungry as I was last night, I couldn't bring myself to finish my ribs, and neither could Kristle with her pasta.  We both had our meals wrapped to go, and as we were leaving the restaurant, I realized that it was the first time in what seems like an eternity that her and I went out to eat dinner together.  It was a wonderful feeling, by the way.

9:02 was what the clock read when we finally got back in my car and drove away.  It was relatively early, and because none of us had anything else to do for the rest of the night, we decided that we wouldn't end the night there.  That, though, was about the easiest part of it all.  Figuring out what we would do proved to be more difficult that it seemed, as she was as indecisive as I remember her.  We couldn't make up our minds, and we had three choices: a) watch a movie, b) get coffee, and c) stroll the beach.  As we were in the middle of deciding what we would do, she comes up with a grand idea: we would watch a movie, then afterwards we'd get coffe and stroll the beach.  Simply genius.  We finally got the plans figured out, and it was such a relief!  The next challenge, however, identified itself almost as soon as we solved the first one--what movie were we going to see?  I knew that she wanted to see "I, Robot," and although I have seen it already, I was more than willing to see it again.  She, on the other hand, did not want to, and she was persistant on not buying tickets to that movie.  We decided on "King Arthur," which turned out to be pretty good, but as Kristle put it after the movie, it "wasn't as good as I thought it would be."  True, true.  It wasn't the movie that I was exactly paying attention to, though.  Aside from the obnoxious chaudy girls behind us (lecheten!), I couldn't shake from my mind just how beautiful she had looked that night.  She was incredible, by far the prettiest thing within miles.  And the light that illuminated the theater that we were in did nothing but intensify her beauty, reminding me of an angel basking in the light of  her halo.  I was mesmorized, and although I tried to hide it as best as I could, I knew that I was failing miserably. 

The movie was about two hours and fifteen minutes, and we were out of the theaters by 12:30 am.  Although we had already decided on the plans after the movie, I must admit that I was a little weary of the fact that she might be tired, since it was a pretty long movie and it was pretty late.  I then showed my selfish side, as I did not ask her if she would like to be taken home then.  I took a chance and went straight to the coffee shop, where under normal circumstances I would've made sure that she was still up for it.  I couldn't help myself, as it had been for pretty much the entire night.  I had her with me, and the night was devoted entirely to the two of us--how could I let that go?  We made it to the coffee shop at the Outrigger Hotel, and much to my relief, I don't think she minded.  She seemed to be in a pretty lively mood as we made out way from the parking lot to Jungle Java located on the first floor.  The shop, I found out that night, stays open 24 hours a day, so it wasn't unusual to see a crowd outside the shop sipping their coffee.  I even saw a chess game taking place, which reminded me of school and the fact that I still need to register.  Anyway, she ordered herself a Chai (milk and sugar, she claimed) and I had myself a fruit punch from Snapple.  As I mentioned earlier, it was packed, and seating on that floor was almost all gone.  We made our way to the top where the lobby  is located and many more seatings.  The lobby was just about empty, and of all the couches we could've occupied, she suggested that we sit outside, right by the pool area (no objections here).  The seats that she wanted to sit on, fortunately for me, were wet, so it forced us to find other seats, and the closest I knew was down by the beach area.  As we made our way down the outdoor walkway, lit by tiki torches and adorned with coconut trees and the smell of both fresh Guam air and salt water, I took notice that she had been a lot more wiling to do things than, say, a month ago.  A month ago, mind you, Kristle and I would've have found ourselves where we were last night.  A month ago was a completely different story, and although I'll spare you the details, she knows exactly what I'm talking about.  It's a welcome change, and I'm loving every second of it.  As luck would have it, the seating area that overlooks the beach--which is huge, by the way--had a couple already sitting there, and it seemed like they wanted thier time alone.  We decided not to bother, and we continued to make our way all the way down to the beach itself.  We didn't exactly get our feet in the sand and walk along the water, but we did have a pretty good time distinguishing between a buoy and a human being.  When we did finally conclude that it was a human being instead of a floatation device, we then entertained ourselves with possible reasons why a person would be a quarter of a mile out into the ocean at 1:00 in the morning.  It was interesting, to say the least.  After we had our fill of the beach and fruit punch and Chai, we started to head back up.  I must admit that I was under the assumption that it was time to go home, since it was pretty late and we had finished our drinks.  She had other ideas, however.  She said that she wanted to sit down by the pool, and after I checked to make sure that they weren't wet, we did just that.  We sat by the pool, directly under one of the most perfectly shaped coconut trees that I have ever seen.  We enjoyed each other's company, sitting on those beach chairs.  Our conversations drifted between how many rooms would still be lit in the morning to how it would be like to run a hotel to what I want my backyard to look like when I purchase my home.  Such insignificant conversations, but enjoyable like nothing else.  The fact that I was spending quality time with her made everything perfect, even if we were just sitting down by the pool. 

We weren't done hanging out by the pool when we left.  Two security guards approached us and asked if we were hotel guests, and although it crossed my mind to say yes, I reluctantly said no.  They then proceeded to tell us that we needed to leave because "management already told us to check if you guys were guests."  Hesitantly, we both got ourselves up and headed back to the parking lot.  I managed to get her home by 2:15 in the morning, and as much as I didn't want her to leave, it was time to say goodbye.  She came over to the driver's side of my car and gave me a hug, and I smelled her again for the first time in an eternity.  She smelled absolutely incredible, and at that moment in time, I never wanted to let her go.  I wanted to hold her until I died, to be with her more than anything in the world.  At that very instant, I was in Heaven.  Then just as quickly as I had entered Heaven, Heaven pulled itself away from me and said goodnight.  Slowly, I sat myself back in my car, put the gear into reverse, and backed my car out of the driveway.  The night was over, and it was time to go home. 

 

Following instructions from Kristle, I called her on her cell phone the minute I got home (she's a caring person, and she wanted to make sure I got home safely).  Expecting nothing more than for her to acknowledge my arrival home and one more goodnight, to my surprise she asked if she could call me from the landline.  This got my heart racing, as it was odd that she would want to call me after spending the entire night together.  Although I won't get into detail on what our conversation entailed, I will tell you this: we spoke til' 4:41 in the morning, and it was an incredibly good conversation.  I found myself missing her as we spoke, and my heart yearned for her with every word she uttered aloud.  When we finally hung up and I lay my head down for the last time before drifting asleep, I knew that I had one of the most enjoyable nights of my entire lifetime.  Not only did everything go spectacular--better than expected--but I spent it all with her.  My entire evening was spent with such a wonderful woman, and I couldn't have asked for more.  God blessed me last night, and I shall forever remain grateful.  Last night was a pleasant reminder that, after all that has happened between us, its still like shit....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

entreat \en-TREET\, intransitive verb:
   To make an earnest petition or request; to plead.

   transitive verb:
   To ask earnestly; to beseech; to petition for.

     They entreat her to impart her wisdom. But she is silent.
     --John  Darnton,  "In Sweden, Proof of The Power of Words,"
     [1]New York Times, December 8, 1993

     In an age that extols thinness, only a cookbook can entreat
     us  "never to forget the sacred role of bread" or remind us
     that  the  preparation  of  soup "embodies ritual, which in
     cooking, as in all things, magnifies meaning and pleasure."
     --Rita  Licciardolo,  "Food  for  Thought Has No Calories,"
     [2]New York Times, May 29, 1983

It is 6:42 in the morning right now, by far the earliest I have woken up this summer without any real obligations to tend to.  In no way am I an "early bird."  In fact, if I were in a competition to "catch the worm," I'd probably be more likely to catch a bat, since bats only come out at night to feed (pathetic attempt at a joke).  Why, do you ask, am I awake at this time?  Don't worry, I'm asking myself the same question.  I do know, though.  I have a perfectly good explanation as to why I am awake before the usual time my mother gets up in the morning: I'm seeing Kristle today.  Yesterday, I had given her a call to check up on her, since lately, her back has been acting up and she's been doing a lot of cleaning that could quite possibly injure her back even more.  So as I was checking up, she did something that I never would've though she would do in a million years--she asked for my assistance.  See, I've been offering my help for about a week now, ever since she told me that she had injured her back.  And a bad back isn't good for cleaning house at all--even I know this.  But being the stubborn Kristle that she is, she would simply thank me for offering, but politely--although I would rather have a more blunt rejection--decline.  It always got to me, because I knew that she was hurting each time she went down to her house and cleaned with that back of hers.  I know that she has family helping her already, but an extra hand is always welcome, isn't it?  Apparently, she didn't think so.  Anyway, she had a conversation with her most trusted Auntie Tina, and she mentioned that I had offered my help to clean up her place in Yona.  Auntie Tina, being the cool person that she is, told Kristle to take me up on it--apparently, Auntie Tina saw it the same way I did.  So that's how I ended up waking up at 6:42 in the gosh darn morning.  No worries, though....I get to see Kristle!!!

Ok, its early right now, and I don't really feel like blogging; I just thought this would be an interesting blog to know why I am up so early.  Hell, I'd like to know why in the world anyone would get up this early without any real obligations like work or school.  I'll blog later, though...promise.   

salient \SAY-lee-unt; SAYL-yunt\, adjective:
   1. Shooting out or up; projecting.
   2.  Forcing  itself  on the attention; prominent; conspicuous;
   noticeable.
   3. Leaping; springing; jumping.

   noun:
   1.  An  outwardly  projecting  part of a fortification, trench
   system, or line of defense.
   2. A projecting angle or part.

     What  I  had  in  mind was an autobiography in which, while
     treating  my  person  with due reverence, I would present a
     firsthand account of recent events in Europe that put me in
     the  running for both the Nobel Prize in Literature and the
     Nobel  Peace  Prize (to acquaint you right away with one of
     my salient characteristics: megalomania).
     --Thomas  Brussig,  [1]Heroes  Like  Us, Translated by John
     Brownjohn

     He  gave  science  an  exciting,  positive  image when many
     Americans  were  skeptical  of  it,  worried  that its most
     salient  effect was to disenchant the universe and undercut
     religion.
     --David  A.  Hollinger,  "Star  Power,"  [2]New York Times,
     November 28, 1999

     The  strength  of  the hypothesis is that it simultaneously
     explains  all  these  salient  features,  none of which had
     satisfactory independent explanations.
     --Paul  F.  Hoffman and Daniel P. Schrag, "Snowball Earth,"
     [3]Scientific American, January 2000

     He was killed during an attack on German positions dug into
     Ploegsteert Wood on the Ypres salient.
     --Russell  Jenkins  and Stephen Farrell, "Search begins for
     family  of  Flanders  fusilier," [4]Times (London), January
     10, 2000