#datenightforme

I LOVE being by myself. I love it. Love love love it. Jen time is saaaaaah good! But because of my current lifestyle, Jen time is pretty rare. Not as rare as the #superbluebloodmoon that happened the other night, but still - it’s ‘seasonal’. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend. Having him in my life adds colour to my world and I prefer his company over anybody else.

But... I also love it when he goes out.  

Hear me out.

We both work Monday to Friday, 9-5:30pm (but we’re in at 8 and usually leave around 6). We ride into work together and break away at the last minute because he works in one suburb and I work in the adjacent one. Then as soon as I’m in at work, we’re on the phone to each other, recounting what was missed in the last five minutes. We talk at lunch time. If I don’t hear from him at lunch, I know he’s obviously busy at work and was preoccupied - but he’ll always manage to sneak a call in, even if it’s just for 10 seconds to say he loves me. (He once left a voicemail of him yelling down the phone, ‘I LOVE YOU’. It’s perfect. I still have it).

If I’ve got rehearsals, my Italian class, or I’m heading to the gym, I’ll call him as I’m about to make my way there. I’ll text him when I get to my destination. I’ll text him when I’m leaving said destination. I am a text freak! I text him all the time. My thoughts, my to do list. Questions. The ramblings of my mind. And my texts are all over the place - there’s no real connection between one text and the next. I think I leave him more confused than anything else. That’s probably why he doesn’t always text back - cos I’ve sent him a wall of messages and he’s probably there going, ‘whhhhhhaaaaa???’. My bad! (He just can’t keep up with my genuinus mind! Mmmmm.... I can’t back that up!).

And then there’s also the weekend! We plan our weekends with each other in mind. We meet with friends. We go to the beach. We plan fun activities. Our lives are interwoven deeply and beautifully and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But as I read over what I’ve said, it seems obsessive and borderline stalker-ish (is it considered stalking when its your boyfriend whom you live with?) OH WELL!

So, having time alone, doesn’t really happen. Maybe I should be more specific here too - having time alone with nothing on the agenda is like unicorns and leprechauns - non existent unless you BELIEVE. And it’s not like I’m leading a life like my current idols, @therock or @kevinhart4real - I just have stuff that takes up the hours of my day, filled with people and expectations, and then it’s time for bed. (Actually, I’m pretty sure ‘me time’ is a rare thing for Dwayne and Kev too, so until I have a life like theirs, I should stop complaining. BUT… I won’t lol!) 

What I do know, is that all I’d have to say to my boyfriend is, ‘baby, I love you, but I need some Jen time’ and he would happily and encouragingly go about doing his own thing to give me space. I know it’s only a question away.

But, the taste is far more sweet when I don’t have to ask and it simply falls in my lap.

LIKE, LAST MONDAY NIGHT.

I had been excited about this night all Monday day, neigh, ALL WEEK because… the boyfriend went out! For dinner! With his ex - we’ll discuss that later - BUT ever since their dinner date was confirmed Monday eve couldn’t come fast enough! Guaranteed 3 hours (minimum - always hoping for more) of just ME.

I had nothing planned.

I didn’t know what I was going to do.

But my tummy was all fluttery, like when you first meet someone new and exciting.

I was anxious all day at work, waiting for 5:30pm to come around.

And then it would be time.

My date with myself.

A table for Juan.

LINK TO PART TWO;