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I hate it when I can not depend on the people closest to me to come through for me. As some of you know that read my blog J and I have a pretty good thing going on. BUT… he is still a man and there are such huge differences between men and women that these very differences are bound to work their way into even our relationship. In my opinion… men are brain damaged and there is not a damn thing we can do about it. Over time we learn how to redirect some of their thought processes to other parts of there brain therein “training” them. However, as you girls know, they are just funda”mentally” aliens.

Did I mention they are also psychic? As I am writing this and generally every time I am writing or thinking intensely about him he calls… Jesus Christ! My phone is ringing and it is him – I swear to god! See! I am upgrading men to psychic aliens.

“What are ya doing?” he said in a very curious tone. Somehow he knows I am talking about him! Oh well.

What’s the big attraction to these aliens? Well we all know the answer to that. Their wallets and what ever else in their pants we find interesting and/or exciting. Yeah I know, there is much more to a relationship than that! If J and I never did anything but touch each other life would be perfect. I can picture it in my head so clearly. Candle’s, rose petal’s, bubble bath’s, massage’s, romantic dinner’s, jewelry. But who thinks of these things most of the time? How many of you have had to plant one or more of these ideas in your man’s head? Whether it was via an advertisement you left lying around, a vague comment added in the middle of a sentence for subliminal affect, having a friend mention something to him when it is getting close to a special occasion…

You get the picture. We do it – but every once in awhile these mysterious aliens take us off guard and actually surprise us with an idea that was all their own.

Actually J is really good about the romantic stuff. Loves candle’s, offers massage’s, poetry etc. He is also a great communicator when he wants to be. This is key. Our relationship rule is to always spill your guts. Keep the other person informed. Throughout our relationship his communication skills have been sporadic. Not coming home for dinner the other night and calling me at midnight to see if it is still ok to come home is one example. This is inconsiderate and just WRONG! This is not what has me ranting about him and men in general though. It gets worse!

So here is what happened…

We have just moved into our new townhouse. To get this accomplished J let me use his 30’ trailer. First load I ended up having to haul with my jeep grand Cherokee. K. It is not designed to haul that much even with a V8 but I was assured by my boyfriend, with the degree in aviation science, that it would be just fine. To give him credit I did make it. My jeep hates my guts now though. Every time I start it now it screams “perform service”. What service I am not sure - wish it could be more specific but I am sure it wants the equivalent of a back rub. Not the issue of the day.

First load was delivered, unloaded and all was well. The next day J brought the trailer back to the old place and even had a friend show up to help move all the heavy stuff. As of friday morning the trailer was still sitting in the parking lot – full – with the complex manager rightfully bitching at me to get it out of here. And it was sitting next to my jeep that hates it and adds a few extra beeps when I start it. Out of fear that I will hook it back up to that trailer I am sure.

Soooooooooo… I tell J again, “We have to have the tralier out of here by five pm today.” This is Thursday. He tells me “no problem.” My gut however, is not trusting this answer. My gut was right. I knew J had to work on some of the trucks for his tree service business last night and I just knew he would not take that hour out of his day to get the trailer moved. He called me at 12:30 that night. I do not even remember what I said. Nor did he come home – slept at his dads. Smart man. Don’t panic – he does this when working on the trucks – he runs his business out of his dad’s farm.

This morning he called and I said “Guess what I am about to ask you.”

He responded “Where am I and when will I be there to get the trailer?”

“Yep – now we have until three pm or the complex manager is going to have it towed. I would not care at this point except for all my freaking stuff (did not use this word) is still in it! Other wise I would tell you - you are on your own. You can pay to get it out of wherever it is taken. BUT this is not an option!”

“I will be there in an hour.” J’s idea of an hour and mine are totally different. He works off that alien clock I have yet to figure out. He called at noon and asked what I was making for lunch cause “I’m starving!” As if! Told him he could have leftover pizza and to get home and get this freaking trailer. Again, that is not the word I used. “I’m on my way right now.”

This time he was. I am sure he knew, at this point, it was unwise to procrastinate any longer! He pulled in, backed up to the trailer and hooked it up. My car honked out of pure joy as if to say “See ya!” Little does my car know the trailer will be back because it is yet to be unloaded. Jeez. Oh! I forgot to mention that when he showed up to move the trailer he had a huge stump grinder attached to his truck and had to leave that in the parking lot to get rid of the trailer. Can you see me wince as he leaves it?

So off goes the trailer. Finally. I can breathe again and the complex manager is not going to hate me.J shows up within an hour to get the grinder. He needed it – thank god. I was standing outside and he walks to me, pulls me into his arms and starts dancing with me in front of our townhouse. He kisses my neck and gently touches me. I think to myself, “So this is why I love this alien.” He proceeds to carve our initials into a tree. More kisses follow. Is he kissing ass? Yep, but I love it all the same!

I guess they are not all bad, huh? Still sticking to the Alien theory though.

BTW - Today is 13 months from the day we started seeing each other.

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