A Very Private Conversation

You may not be aware of it, but romance is not where Jon excels. Usually. I know this may come as a shock to both of the strangers who may unfortunately view this blog post some day.

But, alas, today is a day of extraordinary circumstances and I'd like to put the words out there to forever exist in cyber space.

Today, after 12 looooong years together, I got my very first love letter.
Well, love message.
Via instant messenger.
Whatever, it's still as good as it's gonna get. So this romantic outpouring must be celebrated to encourage further sweet, tender, sexy exchanges in the future. As I have learned, men are but ginormous toddlers when it comes to behavior (or matters of the heart).

So prepare to be blown away by the heart wrenching words typed unto thee. Oozing with such passion that he couldn't even take the time to press the shift key and capitalize the letter i. No, when your heart leads the way, there is no time for punctuation.

And I quote:

i miss you

i want to lay down next to you and snore in your ear

Now that I've recovered from the swoon that engulfed me. Be jealous. Be very jealous. Because this is a man in love. A man who knows what he wants. And he means those words. Oh yes, he does.

Sure, chances are he's just trying to encourage me to stay home so I can answer the door when FedEx delivers his phone that's been broken for 4 months. But, whatever, I got what I've always craved from my marriage--the whisper of sweet nothings emanating at unbelievably high decibels from within the cockles of his misshapen sinuses.