The earthquake inside of me.

Posted by Magikarp On 4:34 PM
As alluded to in a previous post, my girlfriends birthday, that was that posts tomorrow, is this posts today.  So essentially, since she is a solid one third of this blogs followers (that means that if this were a proof, it could be easily discerned that I have three followers for those of you not mathematically inclined.  This is a useless tangent.) this is dedicated to her on her very own special annual holiday.  There is a boatload of things that can be said about my girlfriend.  This is me saying a few of those things because girls always like to hear it and guys are somewhat reprehensive to express it.  P.S. I really couldn't give a fuck about reprehensivity (?) I write what I feel and I know that I feel quite strongly for this particular girl. (P.S. I realize that "P.S." stands for post script.  Post meaning after but obviously when I used it earlier it was more mid script. Just saying if there is any nit-pickers out there. Note: propose the institution of abbreviation M.S.) M.S. I realize I could footnote all of this too.  Anyways, back to the subject at hand.  Many people ask me what it is about my girlfriend that makes her so special.  Tough question right?  I thought it was too, but the first time somebody asked me I surprisingly had an immediate answer.  I completely and absolutely respect her.  In our relationship neither of us were the proverbial pants.  We both wear shorts.  I look at her and see someone that deserves my respect in every way.  She has her shit together, she loves her friends and family, she's intelligent, athletic, a great conversationalist, and debilitatingly good looking.  But more important than all of this is her ability to earn my respect by having such a high regard for herself.  No, not in an arrogant way, but just in a self respect kind of way.  She has a confident, self-assured, independent aura that demands due regard.  I think it is so important that I look at her and don't feel superior or inferior.  I look at her and see someone that is my equal and deserving of my admiration in exchange for her own. 

I hate when I'm wrong, and the only thing worse than being wrong, is being reprimanded for your error.  My girlfriend has no issue doing either of those things.  She wont hesitate to tell me when I'm at fault.  If you're thinking she's starting to sound like a nagging bitch then you couldn't be farther off with your interpretation; read on my friend.  This "nagging" really is , a blessing in disguise, a sheep in wolfs clothing if you will.  She doesn't let me settle for the path of least resistance.  She's always "encouraging" M.S. :) me to be a better boyfriend, a better student, a better brother, a better friend, a better man.  Initially I may be angered and opposed to reformation, (Á la the pope and martin luther haha) but deep down inside, I know she's normally or . . . way more times than not, right, and I am forever indebted to her for calling me out when I'm wrong.  As much as I'd like to think so, I'm not infallible and I thank her for reminding me. 

Somethings really can't be explained.  This paragraph is dedicated to that.

Lastly, my girlfriend has the most beautiful pair of full, robust, jaw dropping . . . . come on, you think I would discredit everything I just wrote with something like that?  Get your head of the gutter, friend.  You big pervert!  


AC-I love you. 

1 Response to 'The earthquake inside of me.'

  1. Amy said...
    http://leavewhileyoustillcan.blogspot.com/2009/02/earthquake-inside-of-me.html?showComment=1234380540000#c3888281469526193308'> February 11, 2009 at 11:29 AM

    :) Wow.

     

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