The Perfect Fit

Life is pretty wonderful.

I mean... I'm in pain all the time from the weather, I spend all day getting verbally abused by assholes, and I never seem to accomplish productive things anymore... But I'm HAPPY.

I'm kicking ass at work. My stats are skyrocketing, and I'm slated to hit max commission this cycle for the first time... ever.

My love life is fucking BRILLIANT. I know I said I wouldn't blog about his visit... So, suffice it to say that things went about a gazillion times better than I could have imagined. I've never felt so... female before. I don't have to wear the pants in this dynamic. It's INCREDIBLE. He embodies the things I've been WANTING (as opposed to settling for). It's new territory. To be honest, it's fucking terrifying at times... But when he was here? It didn't fucking matter. It was powerfully peaceful, after the initial panic-attack-giggle-fits subsided.

Yeah, I think I'm keeping this one. And the amazing part is? He is a firm supporter of this plan. Mind=BLOWN.

My home life is pretty bitchin, too. I have a roommate now. Two, actually. It's surprising as fuck that this is something I'm excited about, because I generally prefer living alone.

My friend and half-kidding Lesbian Lover, Bambi, moved in with her 3 month old son, Liam. I'm gonna be honest. It's cramped quarters 'round here. But it's actually worth it.

I have a HOUSEWIFE!

SERIOUSLY.

I didn't want rent from her, because I can easily afford this place on my own - and I don't like relying on other people if I don't have to. Besides. She's working on getting her finances together.

In exchange for housing and transportation, she has become my housewife.

Like... Handing me a thermos of coffee on my way out the door, having lunch ready for me when I come home on break, dinners planned, white-board heart messages, dishes washed daily... WIFE.

As an added bonus, there's a baby. And it's not mine, so I can give it back. But I also get to take part in the super-gratifying joy of watching and contributing to his development. Win Fucking Win.

I feel as though (almost) all of my physical and emotional needs are being met right now, and it's pretty fucking awesome.

In a perfect world, I wouldn't hate the company I work for in the job I'm kicking ass at. In a perfect world, the man I love would be within booty-call distance. In a perfect world, Bambi, Liam and I would be sharing a charming Victorian on the West Side instead of a one-bedroom apartment. In a perfect world, I would be able to conceive/carry/raise my own child.

The thing is... the world isn't perfect. But that's okay, because things remain interesting. I'll never get bored. Circumstances might not be the perfect fit... But they sure as fuck are comfortable enough for me.