My ex and I sort of got back together. So I need a different label for him, but I'm not sure yet if "boyfriend" is appropriate. The details haven't been hashed out--the rules of our renewed relationship, if you will.
We spent most of Sunday with each other. He took me to breakfast at Sam's Log Cabin, which is a delectably quaint little establishment:
// photo via Yelp //
The building was put together from a prefab Sears & Roebuck kit in the 1930s. It doesn't get more picturesque than that!
After brunch, he drove us to his place in San Francisco. We hung around for several hours, talking about tech marketing and watching Léon: The Professional:
'90s thriller featuring a very young Natalie Portman and a regular-aged Jean Reno. Good movie. We ended up having an argument about the ending. Well, at least I was having an argument. That's ones of the downside of being competitive and high-strung, I guess. He apologized even though there wasn't anything he needed to be sorry about.
A few of our past disagreements have centered on film. The biggest fight we ever had was about a certain famous director who's a child abuser--no, not that one, the other one. (But I'd like to see Woody Allen shot as well. Sorry, but I'm not sorry.) We also argued about Django Unchained. I dunno.
I remember good things too, and more vividly. There's a composite memory that I come back to again and again, of making coffee for him in the morning after staying over at his apartment. He has one of these contraptions:
I had to be shown how to use that device a few times before I got the hang of it, because #blonde. I always thought the coffee was awful--much too strong and bitter for me. And his caffeine tolerance is way higher than mine.
I remember bringing a warm mug into the bedroom, where he was still half-asleep. I would sit on the edge of the bed, or get back in and snuggle up. He always smells so good. His signature scent used to be "Blue Sugar" cologne--it's heavenly. Anyway, I'm not sure how often I actually did that.
I wanted to write something more cohesive, but you'll have to make do with my nostalgic rehash of "Sunday Morning".
Billowing in the breeze... I wore this dress recently and Karen asked about it, which is why I grabbed it off the hanger this morning. But then I layered again, so it doesn't show you much. I did look through my archives to find the first appearance of the dress. Since I made this myself, it doesn't fit very well; I am inexperienced, impatient, and pattern-averse. It looks funny without stuff on top of it.