All The Small Things

So Friday I was such a good girl. I planned all day for the meal that I was going to cook my man, on the evening before he went away and left me to my own devices for the weekend. (Foolish man!)

Well, at least I was good... until I headed along to the butchers to pick up the unique and rather pricey cut that I had decided on for dinner. The purveyer of fine meats asked me if I were going to head around to the pub, and absolutely twisted my arm you understand, so I had no choice but to say yes.

I went back to work then, and my plan was to meet that young gentleman around at the bar once I had finished locking up - but he actually arrived at my work to take me around. So we walked around to the pub together, and purchased a beverage (or three), and comandeered the pool table.

Shortly after we had begun playing, and just mucking about and teasing one another as per usual, two new gents joined us in the bar. I hadn't seen them before and they clearly weren't locals. They struck up conversation, and one of them was incredibly cute.

We started playing doubles, and the butchering man and I were playing against them. Suddenly the cute one says, "So how long have you guys been married?" We both collapsed on the floor and immediately passed out because we were laughing so hard we could no longer breathe. (Actually, I kind of wish that had happened, because the really cute one was a nurse!) How freaking funny is that! We then informed the two newcomers of the existance of butchering man's very gorgeous girlfriend, and of my own lovely man.

Then the questions started from the cute one. "So are you staying out tonight?" "No, I'm going home to cook my lovely man dinner." "Why isn't he cooking you dinner?"

I found this to be rather impertinant, however, as I couldn't come up with a decent answer off the top of my head, I asked the butcher man... "Why doesn't GM cook me dinner?" "Because its GM!"

So to the cute one: "Because its GM!"

"You aren't going to marry him, are you?" This was more a statement than a question. Read it again, with a sense of certainty that the answer is a no, and you'll have the tone in which he said it. Again, I found this rather impertinant. I don't even know this person, he sure as hell doesn't know me, and he doesn't know my GM.

Luckily I was saved from having to answer that one by an announcement from the butchering man that he was off home. I gave him a hug goodbye, and off he went. I then finished my beverage, had a final game of pool with the two newcomers, and then I also left, bidding farewell to the cute one and his friend. I am oddly pleased to report that despite the cute one being cute - and believe me, he was really very attractive, he wasn't a patch on my lovely man, and it was with great joy that I looked forward to seeing that delightful poo splattered critter.

I drove out to my lovely mans house, in order to cook him dinner as previously arranged. And... yes, you guessed it. He wasn't home. I sighed a little sigh, but wasn't actually all that surprised.

So I put my lovely cut of meat and the salad that I'd made in the fridge, the spices and other things that I'd bought with me onto the benches, and I set off to his parents house in search of him. I had assumed that he would finish milking and then just stay at his place and wait for me, apparently I was wrong. I got up to his parents place, and yes, he was there. We sat about and talked to his dad for a while, and then we set off for his place. He hadn't forgotten me - he'd had to do some watering and he'd taken his little sister to help him, so he'd needed to drop her off at the house. Hey, at least he hadn't forgotten, and the farm work doesn't wait unfortunately.

We got back to his house fine, I put dinner on, he pegged out some washing. It was very domestic. Dinner was a supurb success (OK, OK, so I may have had to have two goes at getting the meat to cook properly, but apart from that, it was a superb success!). We went down to turn off the pumps, and he took me round a couple of different tracks so that I could get my bearings on the layout of the paddocks and watercourses.

We stayed up late into the night, talking about all sorts of lovely things, including his plans for our future... a favourite subject of his, which never ceases to simultaenously bring me joy and amusement and a slight feeling of something ever so small and unsettled in my tummy.

This time it was about living together - this is new. We've covered the wedding, children, and employment plans for the future, but not something so immediate. His family have this lovely old house, and it had been on the market for some time. They've changed their minds about that now, and are going to restore it instead. To give you some idea of what we are talking about, imagine something in a red brick, built at the turn of the century, with lovely high pressed tin ceilings and wide halls. Polished and ornate fireplaces, sash windows, a bullnose verandah, and views so pretty that you never want to blink.

In GM's imaginings, renovations shall happen, (new kitchen, bathroom, carpets, paint, roof... just little things you understand...) then the three of us shall live in happiness in this grand place, with him doing his thing, and me doing mine, and my lovely Nicky having a lovely room of her own, and much laughter and joy all round. So goest his planning - and a lovely dream it is too.

Of course, I say, this dream shall entail some sacrifices on your own part GM. I don't know that you'd care for that in reality. Like what, he says?

"Well, you wouldn't be able to have Club GM's anymore - if you and I and Nicky were to live together then I couldn't have that around her, people traipsing in and out and getting messy and trashing the place and sleeping whereever they fall. Obviously we would entertain, but we'd have occasional parties for grownups - not for 18 year olds. It'd be very different, very quiet."

"Nah. I'd like that. I'm tired of that stuff. If *little brothers name here* didn't live with me, those parties wouldn't happen anymore anyway. Those blokes don't need me anymore. I'm getting too old for that stuff anyway. I want it to be like when we were away, or when you stayed at my place. You and me and Nicky, like a family."

"I loved that - being away with you. Looking after you, you looking after me."

"Me too. I miss sleeping with you. Like sometimes I roll over in the night and I'm talking to you, and then I realise that you aren't there, and I miss you. I like waking up with you."

This was so sweet - he really is quite delightful at times. I love him (and I can hear the yawns from here - so I shall endevour to keep the rest of this more interesting for you, patient friends!)

 

We stayed the night at his place on the farm, and in the morning we went out to feed the cows-that-you-eat. You may remember me telling you about silage - and how extremely grotty and smelly it is. Well, I figure that I kind of have to bite the bullet on these things, so I went out to see if I could get intimately aquainted with the stuff. And I did. I came home smelling a treat, lol. I only cut open two of the wraps, but it was enough to make me realise that a lot of what my GM does is thankless repetitive and unpleasant.

Oddly, that makes me even prouder of him for being so committed to his place, his animals, and his work. He's very very good at what he does. People around here respect him - and respect here is something that you have to earn. I actually think it would be wonderful to live with him out there, but I don't think that either of us are ready for that yet. We've been going out for six months now - can you even believe that its been six months?

I'm getting lost in my own tangents. What was my point? OK ---> Back to the story at hand.

So after we had fed out to the moo-moos, we headed back to GM's house, and he packed for his trip away. We said our goodbyes, and he headed off in his lovely work truck, and I in my car.

Once home, I had a shower and scrubbed like anything to get the smell off my skin. Ew.

After that - and I know that its hard to top that - but after that I rang my lovely sister and her girlfriend and asked if they would come along to the movies with me. So we went to the movies and saw "The Queen" which was rather interesting and prompted much conversation between the three of us on the way home.

I asked the girls if they would come out to Sassville for a night on the town with me, and after seriously hours of deliberation and plans for escape they decided to come with me. So we headed to the Sassville and had a freaking awesome time. I love when I'm joined in my own space by my beautiful friends, and having my sister there was even more special - if only because I don't think we've ever been out together before. Ever.

They said that they'd had a better time than they'd even hoped to - and that they will definitely come out again - which is awesome. I'm pretty stoked about that. This is where I am most myself and they liked being with me here. Thats a nice feeling - I often feel like I don't fit in with the family, and to have them choose to be with me here and enjoy that and want to repeat it is awesome.

We rolled home about 3.30am, and made an omelette. The perfect end to the perfect evening.

The Tease was at the pub, and as soon as we walked in he came over to let me know that he'd broken up with his girlfriend. We chatted about that for a while. Now there, my friends, is another one, who is hot. But not hot enough. This is a bit new for me I think.

I'm not thinking, yeah, if/when GM and I breakup, I'll definitely be looking at the Tease as a possible replacement. I'm just thinking, yeah, he's hot. Can't wait to see my GM though, so I can tell him how much I love / missed / want him, and to laugh with him and look at him and see the way he looks at me. I'm not thinking that GM and I will break up. I'm thinking that we're going to be good together for a long time if not forever.

 

This has all been a bit rambly. Sorry. I guess I'm a bit tired. Plus all I can think about is how my lovely man got home today and I get to see him tomorrow and I can't wait.