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April 23, 2007
Settling In
Things are going well with Mr. Pilot. We've now entered that very strange (for me) place in the relationship where we're constantly testing what is "appropriate" and what is still too intimate, too clingy, or too bitchy. For example:
Endearments = appropriate
Certain terminology for genetalia = NOT APPROPRIATE
Using the term boyfriend/girlfriend = appropriate
Signing us up on knot.com = NOT APPROPRIATE
In my defense, I had to sign up in order to view a picture of the wedding dress that my sister sent me (for her own wedding). The knot.com sucked me in, insisting that it would take just a second to get a free account, and then before I knew it I was putting in my "fiance's name" (Mr. Pilot later suggested that I should have indicated that the lucky groom-to-be was my secret celebrity husband Ed Norton) and our wedding date (September 1, 2008--the default date, giving Mr. Pilot a mere 498 days to pop the question and get me to the courthouse). By the end of the account creation, I felt drained--like I had invested all the wedding planning time and attention that my body could handle. Ever.
Anyway, in response to the several queries, things are good. I've made it clear to my other "friends" that I'm off the auction block, to the point where I actually spent the weekend taking care of Mr. Pilot when he was sick. As my loyal readers know, patience is not my virtue, and being nursemaid isn't exactly my calling in life. So, in addition to using up all of my wedding planning reserves, I've also bankrupted the "sweet and gentle" pot for 2007. Beware lost kittens and small children--you'll want to avoid me for the next 8 months.
I'll leave you with this exchange from the weekend:
Ms. Write Again Soon: What if you crashed your plane and died? Do your parents know how to contact me in the event of an emergency? How would I know that you had been hurt?
Mr. Pilot: Besides the national day of mourning?
