About a Boy

Since Boy and I started dating--which, depending on your definition, can mean from anywhere between two and five months ago now--my daily routines and habits have changed dramatically. Or at least I think they have. And before I continue on, I swear to you that I am consciously writing about him and not making Boy the only subject of this blog or my life. As I also swear to you that I will not talk about the tricks my (future) cat can do when I finally get a spot on Jeopardy.

I wake up and go to work. On the way to work, I'll play Hanging with Friends (a hangman game app) against Boy on Medusa while listening to music or an audiobook he downloaded for me. Or, if it's an exceptional day, he will be up already and we will text each other. His vocabulary is far richer than mine.

At least a couple of times a week I go to his place after work for a dinner and movie night. Most recently we've been watching foreign films that he has seen already and highly recommends (but has forgotten): The Green Butchers from Denmark and The Orphanage from Spain. I can say with certainty that he has great taste [insert predictable line here about how this is obvious since he is with me]. We're also both fond of The Simpsons, so this is a regular show we watch together. He remembers things by season and I can only recall vignettes, but thus is my memory anyway.

And when I'm home with my parents, which hasn't been very often with concert-going and Boy-seeing, Medusa is, like her mythical snakèd hair, an extra appendage to me. I have become that rude texter while in others' company. This was extremely apparent when Giagi's friends were here from Italy last week, and I would walk and text while waiting for them to catch up to me. I will need to relearn proper etiquette.

Yes, Boy has become my social life, but having been a third party witness to many relationships and their dynamics, I want to be able to find that balance between single-me and attached-me. That's why I'm trying to be vigilant of how often I mention him. At the same time though, since this is all new to me, I'm still trying to figure out how this all works. I'm still weirded out at referring to him as my boyfriend because no one ever has been.

Sigh, the delayed lessons I'm learning at 25!

PS. Today's title has a triple meaning as it's a play on the movie About a Boy with my "public" nickname for him. It's also the first movie I made him watch with me.