I would like to
preface this post with a reminder that Boy Toy has been on a family trip since
the first weekend in August in East Jesus Nowhere, NY. Cell reception is spotty
and wifi is sporadic. Tomorrow will be the first time we’ve been in a room
together since July.
He’s called and
emailed a few times since he’s been gone, the most recent being a call from
this past Saturday. We chatted a bit when he said he’d probably be back
Tuesday. We didn’t get a chance to make any concrete plans for this weekend
before the reception cut out. He texted me at what is technically today
(Thursday at 12:02 AM) that he was back among civilization and will see me at
our usual Friday plans.
I sent back a joke
text: “He lives! And here I was thinking you’d forgotten all about the poor,
lonely girlfriend you’d left behind all those weeks ago.” I’d hoped the melodramatic
nature of the text would imply that it was a joke. The lack of tone makes it
lose something because he replied “What!? I just talked to you on Saturday
afternoon.”
In boy time, you ‘just
talked to me.’ In girl time, “Where have you been?” Women won’t usually say “I
just ran into her” if they ran into the person more a few days ago. After that
they’ll attached a time frame e.g. “I just ran into her last weekend” Men will
say they ‘just did something’ that was 3 months ago and think nothing of it.
This is a gross overgeneralization but there’s definitely a kernel of truth in
here.
I told Boy Toy that I
was joking and 2 phone calls over a 4 week separation was not a lot. If you
compare the time we usually spend together versus the amount of interaction we
had, there’s a big gap. It’s not easy to go from a lot of togetherness to a lot
of alone time.
It’s a lot easier to
deal with being apart for so long if you can actually talk to the other person.
I know the radio silence wasn’t his fault or choice. If he’d really wanted to
he’d have disappeared completely. It was still tough for me since I like to be
in touch more than he does (clearly).
As terrific as he is,
Boy Toy is a pretty typical guy. I don’t think he’ll realize how maddening this
was for me until I either tell him or he reads this. I’m sure we’ll be OK once
we actually get in the same room and start spending time together
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