what's in a number?

October 10, 2010 will never come again. But I guess that's true of every other day on the calendar, too. What's with people's fascination with numbers? Do you know how many weddings took place on this date?

My friend's was one of them. He finally found the 'right one' he said when I saw him in August. His words warmed my heart because I could tell he was truly happy and excited to be marrying his lover. But he never pointed out the date 10-10-10, and I didn't realize it at the time.

I heard of another couple that insisted on tying the knot at 10:10am on that very day. OK, that's getting retarded. Are these people ruled by numbers? Maybe they're accountants. Or superstitious. Or trying their damnedest to make their marriage a perfect 10. And their marriage just might last until 11-11-11 or 12-12-12. I dunno. Who am I to judge? It just seems kind of juvenile.

If I get married to Andy I want it to be on an August 1st, the anniversary of the day we met again after 29 years. That was such a magical day. I remember we walked past a wedding party having photos taken on the steps of the art gallery as we crossed the street to the park. As we joked about telling them don't do it!, I secretly wondered if that could ever be us...and I can see it now. Was it an omen? Oh God, I sound like those number people!

impetuous me

This is where Andy and I will soon be. We are taking a ferry to the island of Santorini in May, my favourite month. We have booked a suite in this private hideaway for a month thanks to the advance he just received from Hallmark for signing a huge merchandising deal earlier this week.

When we get there we will check into our room, and immediately make love. The bed and all the sheets will be bright white. The floor clean and hard, covered only by a few small area rugs. There will be fresh flowers in the room--2 gerbera daisies. It's hot there, but not sweltering. The ceiling fan keeps us cool inside.

After we make love, we will walk out through the glass doors onto our balcony overlooking the Aegean Sea. We are still naked. He is still dripping out of me. We stand on the balcony holding hands, kissed by the sun, and basking in God's presence.

I kiss Andy's mouth, his face in my hands. His eyes speak love and I know we've come to the right place. We are hypnotized by the vastness of blue surrounding us. The deep blue sea, the cloudless sky, and the painted domes of the building adorned with crosses. Our eyes both come to rest on the symbols. And then our eyes meet.

Andy faces me and takes my hands in his. The moment is here. This is going to be great.

We're going to Greece, yes. Finally I'm going to Greece with the man I will love forever. The man I will grow old with. No more looking, no more wondering. This is it.

Ahhh, such an indulgence. Keep thinking and feeling like this, and I shall will it into reality.

return to Skype

So Andy flew home today. There he sits on the West coast in balmy sunshine while I'm left behind in the dismal depths of winter, wrapped in blankets, a sad substitute for him. Feeling sorry for myself? Yeah, a little bit.

But I was the first one he called when his plane landed today. He wanted me to know he was alright...and that he loved me and missed me terribly. I smiled. I invited him to turn around and fly back to me.

I found myself anxiously driving home from work anticipating a Skype call with him. As if I hadn't seen him in days. Well, actually I hadn't! He rang me up and suddenly he appeared in that old familiar pixellated fashion. But at least he was there.

We shared tidbits and stories. Like he mentioned that 4 different people have asked him if he got married. That was interesting. Today I found myself saying something that surprised even me. Someone at work walked up to my desk and saw a picture of Andy on my screen. He asked, oh is that your husband? And without thinking, I said yes. Then he said really?? And I said, well, he will be. Where did that come from? That's the second time that kind of thing happened. I wonder if it's my subconscious. Maybe I have Turret's.