Playing House

I discovered last night that my general outlook on life is exactly correlated with how well I do in photography class.

I don't know if this distills down to some 3rd-grade-teacher's-pet mentality I still hold onto (the desire to please, or the desire for attention), or simply to ego, or, more likely, to hope.

Regardless, as soon as the words "sophisticated" and "fantastic" were used, my mood improved drastically.

Seeing him happy and enthusiastic made me happy and enthusiastic. Knowing that I was the cause of happiness and enthusiasm made me feel relief. Hearing him say "I need you to shoot more because I can't wait to see how you handle it..." made me see a way out.

I nearly skipped home after class, happy again and eager to tell D about everything.

D was at my apartment when I arrived, and he'd cooked dinner! I gave him a million kisses and appreciative words and said "I could get used to this." A long day isn't so bad when there's someone fabulous waiting for you on the other end.

He said "Do you want your surprise?" after I'd settled down a bit. I'd forgotten entirely. From a plastic bag he produced a copy of The Pajama Game on DVD! "I know it's not Harry but..." "It's so much better!" I said and gave him a million more kisses.

We ate dinner and smiled and talked about a plane trip vs. road trip and then watched the first Harry Potter. (Sidenote: I've seen the previews for the new HP and it looks awesome - the special effects look amazing! and I am wondering why the special effects in the first one were so very terrible!)

And then we read.

And then we fell asleep.

The point of all of this? I can't believe I love playing house.

Nobody ever could have predicted this!

Tee hee.