Sunday, December 14, 2008
"I don't want to go."
"So stay," I mumbled, trying to unglue my eyelids and force him into agreement with my powers of hypnosis.
This proving impossible at 6:00 am on a Sunday after an evening of red wine, youtube karaoke, and the Grinch who stole Christmas, I settled for snuggling in closer to lure him back to sleep or at least steal some of his body heat.
As usual, my mediocre plan failed.
He might think I'm sweet, and beautiful, and fun. So much so that he'll not only watch The Little Mermaid with me, but he'll learn to play Under the Sea on guitar.
He'll make dinner while I'm at work, and he'll patiently tag along while I browse for the perfect vintage inspired cocktail dress (at least for a while...as long as he's been fed...and the store doesn't happen to be playing Jann Arden, but still!).
But the thing about being in a long-distance relationship with an actor is the second an audition comes up, he's gone. His first visit to my lonely little apartment since (Canadian) Thanksgiving is suddenly cut short a week early.
And I feel blue.