“Can I Get to Know You?”


I met a gentleman at a gas station about three months ago.
He liked what he saw because he approached and asked:
“Excuse me miss, are you spoken for?”
I rolled my eyes, hesitated, then replied:
“Not really…”


That was a lie. The answer should have been a flat out “NO.”
His reply to my reply: “Well, can I get to know you?”


That was his question which led to my hesitant yes, which led him to give me a business card with his cell number, which led me to call him a few days later. And all of our interactions since our gas pump encounter has been predicated on the important question,


“Can I get to know you?”


Our dinner dates, phone chats, text messages and emails are directed by the question.
And that question is what I must remember when I get upset if he doesn’t behave “like I think any good man should” during this phase. And I usually need to keep my wits about myself during those moments when he says “Oh, I’ll call you back after I take this call…” or “after I watch this game,”
or “Oh, I’ll call you in the morning,” or “after I get settled in,” and for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, he doesn’t call.


I have to remember… instead of getting upset and grumbling “He don’t even keep his promises. What kinda man is this? He-a- dog, I bet he is seeing somebody else.” I then remind myself that, he COULD be seeing someone else, which would be his perrogative. It’s not as if he asked, “Baby, will you be my girlfriend,” or, “Will you be my wife.”

Not even.


All of our interactions are based on the question: “Can I get to know you?”


Simple and plain.


So that means I will try hard not judge this man and banish him to the isle of dogs just because he doesn’t call me back when he says he will. That factoid, however, does tell me something about him, helps me get to know him… And it’s evidence that he doesn’t keep small promises, and a red flag that he might not keep larger ones. Not at a make or break point just yet… But it’s something to observe. If this keeps up, I’ll likely lose interest. If it stops, I’ll likely continue getting to know him.


His “Can I get to know you” also means learning how he responds when all is right with the world, and when it is wrong. When life is pitchy and bounces us both around. When cars break down, when dental crowns are needed… When money is abundant and tight. It means probing and asking questions… and learning his moods and states and when it is unproductive to probe and “get up in his business,” as well as the best moments for two-way vulnerable conversation.


It means discussing those things that irk my nerves and make me shake my head and say “ugh, men…” And it means listening to him “tell me about myself.” Things that bother him… Things I don’t think would annoy any normal human, accepting that they annoy him, and looking inward to make changes. This means learning, navigating and confronting his bothersome habits (like not returning promised calls) through mature dialogue.


“I know you fell asleep and I understand that you were tired… I’m just saying that from my perspective, promising something as small as a phone call and not delivering isn’t helping me trust you.” It means him returning calls because he “wants to be a man of my word.” It means him recognizing how much keeping his word in the small things means to me and making the adjustment… Whether or not he felt it was a big deal before I shared my feelings. It means telling the truth, with kindness.


It also means getting to know how he handles conflict, revisiting how I handle conflict, and learning to handle our conflicts lovingly… How can commitment to handling disagreements with tact and love hurt? I say it won’t, even if we never fall in love.


If the mission is accepted (and it has been), “Can I get to know you” can be a beautiful invitation to be schooled… about him and about the woman in my mirror.


Next: The Rules of “Can I get to know…?”

Share on Facebook

A Friendly Reminder


9 July 2010


There’s nothing like a friend to pull things out of me.
Things like money.
I’ve spent a bunch of money today.
Money I usually would shuffle away for another purpose.
Something basic.
Something all the world needs.
Like food.
Not so today.


My visiting friend wanted some pampering
Before she visits her beau-friend.
Not a full body paraffin wrap and facial scrub, permanent makeup or anything.
But the standard mani-pedi, the finishing touch to any boyfriend-sexy look.
So the technician asked what service she wanted.
And she told them.
Then they asked me…


Now I didn’t want to sit in a chair and wait doing nothing.
Or worse yet, reading half-year-old editions of Cosmo
With 50 different ways to please my man humping
Or worse-er yet, tips on how to make my
(non-existent) man writhe with pleasure.
From head.
To Toe.


Oh D@#n.
I know.
I gotta get me a man.


So I went with the man…icure-pedi.
The paradise version.
And re-discovered that my feet are ticklish.
And in the right hands, my feet could be pretty erotic.


D@#n.


Oh well, I may as well send my feet to paradise
Even if My Precious ain’t going…
‘Till Finger Lefty is ringed…


So friend and I sat side by side
In our spa pedicure chairs.
Chatting.
It was just good to be near my friend again.
In the presence of an accepting personality.
Who judges not.
Who gives great advice.
Who isn’t as hard on my shortcomings as I am.


There’s nothing like a friend to pull things out of you.
Juicy secrets.
Untapped talent.
Money.
And reminders.
To ease up on my work hours.
And reminders…
That I don’t have to wait until ALL my credit cards and student loans are paid
To treat myself to ten cute fingers…
Ten cute toes.
To do something nice for me.


Yeah, man.
There’s nothing like a friend to pull things out of me.
Juicy secrets.
And money…
To spend on things like
A little needed pampering.

Share on Facebook

Georgia Aquarium


I love fishes. I just don’t want to swim with them…

After a week of full days, evenings spent eating, unwinding and sleeping, this was a wonderful way to start a day. I look at fish and just wonder… where did it all originate? I have my thoughts, but they may be considered a tad provincial.

Share on Facebook

Impromptu lessons: church structure


June 27, 2010

I realize that i am not up to speed on any of my union presidents… save the president of the Columbia Union. I don’t even remember the president of my old union… the Pacific Union… Don’t even recall his name.

What.A.Shame.

Today I took photos on the floor of the Georgia Dome while delegates proposed and discussed changes to the Seventh-day Adventist church manual. Don’t even ask me what they were deciding. I didn’t know and didn’t really much care. I just wanted to get the faces… Contemplative, expressive… and the voting hands holding their yellow voter cards. I ran into a few conference presidents (didn’t know who they were until today… so this makes me happy, because I can learn more every day about this church I’ve attended since birth while at the GC sessions).

I also figured that I don’t have much interest in the politics and business of the church. Why not? I don’t know. I really believe that all politics is a dirty business… but that’s just my cynicism speaking. I don’t know any church politicians, so I can’t really speak to this. But it could just be my fear that no matter what the organization there is just a crusty core of political wheeling and dealing… But I have to remember that no matter what happens through human organizational structure, the message of the organization must be upheld. And we must hold our leaders to uphold the mission of this organized body, modeled after the teachings of Christ… or vote them out. And I would expect the same of any religious or other organization… uphold values and tenets, seek to amend them to make them better, or begone!

Something interesting I saw today that I may want to check out: lectures on Geoscience in support of creationism. I am very interested in these lectures… because at my core, I cannot believe that this world just blew into existence without assistance. I really, truly have a hard time believing this. Now, granted, no human here at present was here when “In the beginning, God” as creationists believe… nor was anyone around if and when there was a bang. It could just be because I’ve been raised this way and that I know no other way. But having been exposed to other world views here and there, I desire a more definitive answer for the things I’ve been taught since my youth… either a definitive answer or a total reconsideration of everything I’ve been taught. That may require a painful paradigm shift… But isn’t that what life is all about?

Share on Facebook

LumpyLizIms: If you ever wonder why people do dumb stuff…




This was posted on a blog I kept a few years back onLiveJournal. I loved that blog… It was my first. And occasionally I repost stuff at the Inkwell.

i had to share my philosophy on behavior and selfishness with a friend yesterday.
she was moaning to me about how someone was knocking on the door while she was in the restroom…
she told them the restroom was occupied… with her… and they kept knocking and saying “but ____ has to use the restroom!”
her thought was “but i’m on the toilet!”

i had to inform her that she shouldn’t get mad, but just remember that

“every one
is the only
one
on
the
planet”

just like there is always one person on the roadways.
that person whether male or female…
is named me…. sometimes they go by I, me or mine.

another lumpylizim i thought i’d share.

From LumpyLizIms

Share on Facebook