According to BF there’s a mysterious something about me that he called “you-thing”. A me-thing. How he got there is actually fairly simple. He was telling me about this totally ridiculous story about one of his team mates and said:
“really, it was such a you-thing to say!”
A me-thing?
Apparently a me-thing is something totally out of place in normal grown-up context and more likely to appear in either a Marx Brothers movie, or in my life. Like…
- when I managed to set a book on fire while reading in bath. I was going for the relaxing romantic feel, I got a good book, a hot bath with some really nice bath salts, some candles, a chilled (big) class of Gewürztraminer and all the time in the world. It was just lovely… Until I reached for my glass without taking my eyes off the page, held out the book for balance and, accidentally showed the book to a candle. Book caught fire, I screamed, tried to wave the book around to make it stop burning, actually not realising that fast that I’m sitting in a tub-full of water when BF rushes in after hearing my scream and just starts laughing his butt off.
- when I was pulled over by police for a breathalyzer (they were pulling everyone over). The cop, a young guy, looks down at me as I roll down the window, stops, takes another look and looks closer. I’m slightly confused until I realise he’s reading the print on my t-shirt. He starts to laugh out loud, calls over his partner to get a look of my shirt too, and finally they, still laughing, just tell me to go. They never made me blow into that straw-thingy. Oh, and what did my t-shit say? “Occifer, I swear to drunk I’m not God!”
- when I redecorated BF’s flat while he was on an away-game trip. When he asked me why I did it, I said: “I couldn’t find your copy of Coelho’s Alchemist.” He never really got to the logic behing going from looking for a book to redecorating an entire apartment, but that was probably because I distracted him with some lingerie. But I think he liked it. At least he kept it. edit: the apartment, not the lingerie. Though he did seem to like the lingerie too, come to think of it.
- when I said I need to focus on my school work instead of chatting with BF and watching a movie, and went to change into a plaid skirt and a white dress shirt. (what??? I concentrate better in that, it’s the whole school uniform -thing!) I did add knee socks but that was just for fun.
- when I was introduced to someone with a name “Lydia” and had to ask if she had any tattoos.
- when I had a debate with myself over which movie I want to see.
There are plenty of other examples, but you’re already getting quite enough potential blackmailing material on me.
Anyways, that’s a “me-thing”. Saying “I hate early. Must kill early” when the alarm goes off in the morning. Summing up my busy schedule to “thesis to write, shoes to buy”. Wearing sky-high heels, mini leather skirt, a turtleneck cashmere sweater and glasses to a dinner with BF and his agent to look intelligent and business-like.
Exclaiming “I have a me-thing!” as the last thing before hanging up with BF.
