Monday, November 28, 2011

COTFU, revisited.

In two days, I'm getting on a plane. I am. And yes, the plane will be flying somewhere. We won't just be sitting on the tarmac, screeching "WHOO HOOO!!" for no apparent reason.

That'd just be weird.

I'll be headed back east to visit Very Nice Person. The original plan was to go to Montreal and see the Canadiens play at the Bell Centre, as well as see the city and bop around incessantly. [The bopping-around bit would have had a lot to do with staying warm. VNP really isn't much of a bopper; I do like this about him.]

Plans, however, changed. And changed again. At one point, we were going to Los Angeles, where we could have watched the L.A. Kings, the Anaheim Ducks or the San Jose Sharks play on their respective home ice, but this...


Now I'm flying to VNP's home, outside of Washington D.C. I do not expect to watch the Capitals play live. Maybe, just maybe, we'll take a road trip and watch the Philadelphia Flyers or the Pittsburgh Penguins.

But I'm not holding my breath.

Darling invisible friend, it's not about the hockey. It's--

All right, quit laughing. I shall amend my previous statement. It's not just about the hockey.

Better? I thought so.

Anyway. It's not. It really isn't. It's more about the fact that despite my affection for VNP and his presumed fondness for me, with him, I am never COTFU. I'm not saying VNP doesn't like me. I'm not saying that I wish to become VNP's reason to live. I'm just saying that, as with the ex, every now and then, I need to be COTFU.

Evidently, it's because I'm a Leo. This means something to those who understand astrology. Which I do not. But this is beside the point.

The point is, I find that in this relationship, I am never COTFU. Never. Ever. Never-ever.

Nope. Not even then. Which really hurts my feelings. And/or injures my pride. Six of one, half-dozen of the other. I don't like it and while I do like VNP, this is becoming a sore point for me.


Anyway. How about those Canadiens?


  1. How about those Islanders!
    Not EVER being the COTFU would get on my nerves also. Why are you going?

  2. Being a leo means COFTU?

    I think I'm in trouble.

    Why did no one send me a memo on that? Sigh. Why am I leo again? I'm more like......yes, LM, what might I be since I fail horribly at being leo? lol

  3. You of all people deserve to experience COTFU. Hanging out with VNP is like being given a muffin with the top eaten off. Still reasonably good but something important is missing. You need the top to that muffin my dear.