A good portion of my interactions with Special Man Friend take place via technology like text, email, and Google Talk.  He lives twenty minutes away from me (twenty five on a heavy traffic day…) and I see him at least once a week, usually twice.  It’s important to me to have some daily contact, though I think his need for it is a little less than mine.  He knows me well, and if a day passes without hearing from me, he knows something is up and he hunts me down, which I enjoy.  (I’m such a girl.)

Because of this concentrated, pared down type of communication,  I have learned to ask for what I need.  Whatever is going on in my head, in my life, in my day, I know that Special Man will be there for me.  Don’t get me wrong, there have been those times he’s failed miserably at giving me what I ask for, and there have been other times when I have been so out of touch with myself that he was scrambling to connect with me and I was simply out of reach and oblivious.

Yesterday was not such a good day for me.  The details are inconsequential, it was just one of those days when life piles up, and all I really wanted was to turn out the lights and cuddle up with someone who loves me, and not talk.  But that’s not the structure of my relationship.  I have to find alternate ways to nurture myself and my partner.  Here is a part of the conversation that relaxed me into the rest of my night.  When it was finished, I put myself to bed early, knowing I was loved and wanted and that one bad day didn’t change any of that.