Got some feedback today that my blog was a bit TMI. Have to say, sorry, but that's the deal. I don't have many forums (my journal, my blog) to be honest, so...
So, with that in mind, I post the following.
I've been worrying a lot about whether I am so smitten w/ the new guy b/c it means I don't have to be alone or b/c I really find so much connection between us.
There are a lot of things that point me to the realization that it's the good connection. We're starting to know the characters in one another's soap operas. We know some (not all!) of the trigger issues between ourselves. I know what movies he wants to see and he knows what movies I want to see. The argument will be over which we see together. (It's called compromise!)
Still, there are a lot of things we've got a massive disconnect on. He doesn't get that the standup circuit is a close-knit (if anonymous) group of personalities and we all know one anothers' stories and issues. So when I get excited talking about these people, it's like I'm talking about my friends (RIP Bob Schimmel). Mocking them very rightly ticks me off. (He's the same way w/ his music, although he doesn't see that). We have vastly different work lives and experiences. And, we're totally Jupiter/Mars (except I seem to be from Mars whereas he's Jupiter, but that's another story for another time...)
Yet, I desperately want to transcend these issues. Because I love him. Purely and honestly. He's good and decent and honest and direct. Not to mention intellectually stimulating and not so much bad with the physical stuff.
So I hope and wish and pray that we'll overcome these other little things.
This all was massively reinforced by tonight's episode of "Louie" on FX. The replay isn't up yet, but you'll be able to find it here. It's a beautiful portrait of what it sometimes means to be single, and alone.