ugh. he works a lot and often forgets to let me know that he's thinking about me. he used to email me everyday, and if he couldn't get to a computer, he'd send me a text. but his emails became sparse and then vacant.

he cries a bit. never in public, but especially after watching a good chick flick. CHICK FLICK! i find this odd because he hardly has the patience to watch an entire movie without getting terribly bored and fidgety. his dvd drawers are overflowing with movies like "coyote ugly" and "honey" and "pretty woman" and "what a girl wants". he tends to shy away from the darker, more intense movies or my favorite movies.

he makes me feel weird, and not in a good way. ok, i admit it. i'm not exactly the squarest cube in the ice tray. but every odd thing i do, he points out. and he makes fun of me. i tell him i don't like it when he makes me feel odd, but he rubs it in even further. i'm not laughing.

he's 30, and i'm 24. unavoidable generation gap. and my mom called him out on being old.

he's very self-conscious. he won't ever buy anything for himself in front of me because he doesn't want to choose ugly things in my presence. and he won't let me choose things for him because we don't see eye-to-eye on personal tastes. this makes it extremely difficult to shop together.

he never tells me what he's thinking or how he's feeling. it's like i'm trying to open a sealed tin can with a plastic spoon. he also prefers to see me smiling and bubbly, which this blog proves i'm not always that.

he eats really fast and has the finest english manners. this does not mix well with my slower-than-molasses eating technique where i refuse to eat pizza with a knife and fork. and, he likes gin.

when he sleeps, he moves around a bit. like he's not comfortable around me. he likes to be spooned too, and that does not work in marlo's sleeping rules for dummies book. 60% he spoons, 5% i spoon, 35% apart. and most importantly, he doesn't like having russell in bed.

ugh.

we spent president's day weekend together in england. we spent a lot of time in his natural habitat, and i got to see and experience how he lived. he also took me out to the english countryside and the streets of london where we explored unknown territory together. i enjoyed my time very much, but i realized that we're not as compatible as i thought we were. i ended our relationship and all communication with him at the end of the trip. i still can't really feel my fingers.

yea, sure there are negative parts to him, but sometimes i think i am just looking for a way out of this long distance relationship. the weird part is, i know i can look past most of the things i complained about. in fact, i love the fact that he's so different than me and that we have our "lost in translation" moments. it's probably why we are so attracted to each other.

i can't look past the russell in bed thing, though. that's unforgivable.

so what if russell humps ian's arm while he sleeps. a panda's got needs.  ¶ 12:08 AM 2 comments