No relationship can survive without faith and trust. Theres your average trust, where you just accept that your hot man isnt actually fucking everything that moves when your not looking. Theres your average faith when you just accept that you dont know where your relationship is, where its going, or whats going to happen when you get there, but you just accept that its all good and happily play along anyway.
Then theres the faith and trust that comes when your hot man hands you the scissors and says "babe, can you trim my pubes for me?". That my dear blog readers, is the ultimate in faith and trust. How often does a man hand you a pair of scissors and actually tell you you to knock yourself out with them somewhere near his weapon of love???
Which brings me to two points. I must now confess that recently I find myself wrapped up in one of those faith type relationships. yep you heard it here first people. im officially calling myself in a relationship. Shit, Jayne, didnt see that coming did you? This Precious Princess is soooooo in love with our boyfriend she actually went and changed his status from 'our' boyfriend to 'my' boyfriend. Jayne is not going to be happy. I dont even know why Im friends with her. Oh yes, thats right. Im friends with Jayne because she said you know what Princess.......go for it. So I did. And thats how I find myself with a pair of scissors in hand, in Western Australia, fully three states away from my usual place of residence and loving every second of my journey.
That ever so hot friend of 18 years ago? He's mine. MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE Jayne. I know he's mine Jayne because this last week, I did his washing, and right now, Im frantically cookin up a casserole to leave in the freezer for him because Im worried he wont eat right. Im pathetic arent I? Thats ok, I dont care what you want to call me, because I.....my dear dear blog readers, and absolutely positively deadset, not a word of a lie, head over heels, full on, you bet your ass in love with my ever so hot friend of 18 years ago. But you lot knew that already didnt you? You lot knew that a month or two back didnt you? Ok, so I might just be fessing that part up to myself right now, but thats ok, because I kind of like it. And him. Hes ever so hhhhhot. You wanna know how hot he is? I introduced him to my mother........uh huh. Thats how hhhhhot he is, and thats how in love I am. Who takes just any old 18 year old friend home to mother? Ive got a bit of a tradition going on here....Ive only ever introduced two people to my mother as 'my' boyfriend, and both of them I married. Ok, so I ended up divorced both times, thats a tradition Im not planning on keeping up, the tradition I dont mind having is ....... marrying the man I introduce to my mother. So ner. Un pack the waterweave taffeta dress with the puffy sleeves and the sweetheart neckline Jayne, you and me, we are going to a wedding. MINE. MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.
Back to me now......cos Im my favourite subject right now, well, next to my ever so hot friend of 18 years ago who is officially my boyfriend, but alas, I find myself in a quandary. Im too old to have a boyfriend. I need to name him. I shall call him my.......hang on, I gotta check with Jayne for clarification on this one.....back in a second...
Thought for this second....*im not sure, im just checkin with Jayne, gimmmie a second*
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