Because I Love My Girlfriend

I do not question, ever, her tactics. Her tactics are adorably straightforward. She merely suggests, and I comply.

This is the agreeable arrangement that we have.

Take for example, the case of her forgetting her phone on a recent trip out of state. Now I, being the wonderful boyfriend I am, did not hesitate to rush to her aid after but the waif-ish of hints via a text message sent from a borrowed phone. Even now, as I write, I am only delaying my joyous trip to the United States Post Office which will whisk her haplessly discarded cell phone northward, into her open, expectant arms. Those wonderfully smooth caramel arms ending in the softest of fingers which beckon and point me in every which way.

Olympic Patriotism

So, we're in the midst of the summer Olympic games taking place in Beijing. It's funny how connected to the events I feel, despite the 12-sum-odd-hour time difference, the fact that I'm catching up on most of the events via news headlines or post-event video highlights via the web, or the understanding that I have very little in common, athletically or otherwise, with the subjects of those news headlines and video highlights.

I had the privilege of discussing the topic of patriotism with my girlfriend's father the other day. He considers himself deeply patriotic. I've never deeply considered how I might fare, say on a scale of 1-10, towards US fandamonium. I've always felt more inclined to root for the underdog in most situations. And the US is rarely the underdog, at least since that Revolutionary war incident.

But the Olympics provides a rare opportunity for myself and many other self-deprecating Americans. And that is the opportunity to applaude, take pride in (wha?), and feel genuine accomplishment for both the American and international athletes come together to compete peaceably in these historic games. During this brief window of opportunity, we are all truly privileged to witness and react to, with unashamedly patriotic abandon, this shared world hootenanny.

And I'm very proud to be a part of it all... even if it is 12 hours delayed.

I was very brave today for love.

The Universe Don't Subscribe to My Blog

Okay, so I haven't been blogging much. Some would say "not at all." I would say maybe I've been devoting all my blogging energy into learning to text my girlfriend more often. You'd think she would appreciate having her own personal mobile boyfriend blog, but alas...

She still thinks I should be blogging here at "Oh, Kyo" more often (especially since she's the one who set it up for me over four months ago, and it's lain pretty much dormant ever since).

So I'm sitting here, in my room (alone *sniff*), READY TO BLOG. I've got coffee. I've got no distractions whatsoever. One of my roommates even offers to take Gaucho for a walk, so that even his frequent doggie yawning won't be a discouragement to me. I open my laptop. I log onto the blog site. I sip my caffeinated beverage for good measure. Aaaand...

...I get a phone call from my cousin.

So we chat for a bit. And it isn't one of those short conversations, either. It's one of those "let's get caught up" conversations. Which is a good thing. Even a great thing, I would say 99% of the time, when you aren't otherwise preoccupied with trying to prove to your girlfriend and the WORLD that you actually care enough to use the blog she created, out of the mapley goodness of her pure ever-loving heart, for your own (but mostly her, I mean let's face it) amusement.

And finally here I am, return-ed from my long, yet long-overdue chat with a long-lost distant relative. And I have but one epiphany with which to simultaneously leave you and end this message. And it is this:
THE UNIVERSE DON'T SUBSCRIBE TO MY BLOG