As time goes on, more friends and family are meeting my boyfriend. I’d love for my family to meet Dean. My parents left today for Dubai, Israel, Jordan, Egypt. Lucky them. They deserve a nice vacation. They’ll be gone for over two weeks so we’ll have to do a meet and greet with the folks when they return from the desert.
I spent last night at Therese’s new home in Brisbane with 3-year-old Dominic and 6-month-old Benicio. When I called my mom this morning to ask when she and my dad were planning to stop by, she asked, “Did you sleep over?”
“Well, I’m here, but I wouldn’t really say that I slept over. I didn’t get any sleep!”
Benicio is teething so the poor babe didn’t stop crying all night. Dominic screamed in the middle of the night, “I WANT MY MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY!” Apparently, he has nightmares every once in a while. Of course, they happen to occur when I’m there.
But serious props to my sister for parenting these wee ones, then getting up, and cheerfully making blueberry pancakes. I kept thinking all night, “This is serious birth control. Right here. If anyone ever dawdles over whether or not to have a baby, they gotta spend a night here at my sister’s place.”
Here’s the most interesting occurrence of the night, though. It wasn’t the sporadic nightmare screams or the fact that I raided their pantry in the middle of the night because I’m such a junk food addict and couldn’t keep my hands away from the Oreos and Goldfish and Pop Chips.
My sister asked, “Did you get a sample of Dean’s handwriting for me?”
Ever since she was a kid, my sister has had this fascination with handwriting analysis. She checked books out from the library and has now mastered the skill. It’s really interesting. I said I didn’t have a sample, but a few seconds later, took it back.
“Wait, wait! I think I do. Wait, let me see.” I retrieved my wallet and searched for Dean’s business card. On the back, he had written his NetFlix user name and ID for me. Small sample, but good enough.
My sister took one look and smiled, “Oh, I like him! He’s very well-balanced. He’s open and flexible, not regimented. He’s easy-going and good-at-heart. Cat, he’s perfect for you. But hmmm, I’m not sure about this ‘I.’ I’ve never seen an ‘I’ like that before.”
“It’s a lower case ‘d’ for Dean. To me, it looks like a lower case ‘cl.’ “
“Well, what I don’t know, I look up.”
My sister ran to the office and came back with one of her handwriting analysis books. “Ok, let’s check it out. Oooh, right here. That looks like it. It says it’s characteristic of someone who’s chatty, someone who talks a lot. Does Dean talk a lot?”
“Hell yeah! Shit, this stuff is really amazing. You’re amazing, Therese. Forget about going back to teaching. You ought to analyze handwriting. I can put up a post for you on Craigslist.”