Happy birthday, Homie.

So I went to a friend's birthday get together tonight. I've had a low-grade crush on this guy for a while, and we even toyed with the idea of crossing the friend line once or twice, but its one of those.... I'd rather just admire him from a distance things. Still I went to his party knowing full well his girlfriend would be there.

Now he's talked to me about his girlfriend a few times, telling me where they were and how they got there, unsure of what the future holds, but willing to see. I respect it tremendously because..... well.... he's just not that guy, generally speaking. I'm actually quite happy he's made this turn, despite that little spark of #ifthemoonandstarsalignediswear'foregod I sometimes feel around him LOL. So I was a little surprised when I finally met his girlfriend that she would say to me that he talks about me all the time. I was like really (doubt it LOL)? She said yeah, then added "you know, when everything was jumping" (referring to our old blog, conveniently after we all talked about how we knew each other). I may not have noticed it if she hadnt said he always talked about ME, like by name. At the time she was talking about, she wasnt even in the picture. At the time she was talking about he didnt call me by any other name than "Dig". In fact, he still calls me "Dig" LOL. It was at that moment that I realized we were in a game of chess.

Far be it from me to suggest that she felt threatened in any way, but she played a position of security and friendliness toward me as if she somehow sensed that I could be an issue. I gotta say I respected that shit tremendously too. She spoke in terms of "we" all night, as it pertained to their vehicle and home, but there was such a delicate balance that she still came across as if she genuinely liked me and wanted to be friends. I would be sooooo not surprised to get a Facebook friend request tomorrow LOL. She hugged me when I left like we were old friends and told me how glad she was that I came out and not once during the night did I feel her eyes on me or sense that she was checking for where I was in proximity to her man. This chick was every bit of woman I would hope to be. Although I'd still smash her man on the warm hood of a car in a spring drizzle, I cannot tell you how much I fucken love her gangster LOL. That's how a woman should be. Kudos, homie. You got a good one right there. I'd totally sign off on that one. Good job!