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So this is about all I can come up with for today.

I think sweet nothings are underrated. And underrepresented. In a Google search for “origin whisper sweet nothings” I got, well, nothing. I’m curious how they got their famous title, basically because I think it sucks.

Sweet nothings make my day, my week, and they mean more to me than “sweet somethings” — don’t you know money can’t buy me love?

But those poetic mutterings, those statements that I will never quite believe, those work.

I guess I’ll call them sweet nothings. Nothing’s better.

sweet nothings, sweet somethings

When it comes to love and break-up advice, my dad always tells me the same exact thing: If you love something, set it free.

This has always bothered me, mostly because I was in love with things I couldn’t keep in my grips. The old saying concludes: If it comes back, it’s yours, If it doesn’t, it never was yours. It was about three months ago when I finally accepted his sing-song truth he gives when all I want to hear is that the thing I love is mine.

This really is going somewhere, though. I thought my cat ran away last night. As a very new pet owner I felt devastated. I asked the sage himself what to do, and he just told me to go to sleep and look in the morning once it was light out again.

Easy for him to say. Sleeping last night? Not so easy.

As I was ignoring my alarm clock just past 7:30 a.m., my phone rang. It was a call from Chicago: my dad. He gave encouraging catch-all words. “Eddie will be back in a few days,” he said. Apparently his cats would leave periodically when he was a boy, but they always returned.

Just then I heard a bump at the door. It wasn’t the first I heard in my anxiety, I got up out of bed several times last night hoping to see Eddie looking up from the doormat, but each time I arrived the doormat was empty.

Not this morning. There he was. He returned to me. And for some reason, I feel like I owe it all to my dad.

cats, homecoming, disappearance, love

I’m a little embarrassed that it’s taken me this long to hear the news, but I am (very) happy to announce (to those who haven’t heard) that the hit HBO series Sex and the City is coming to the big screen.

Have I mentioned that Carrie Bradshaw is my idol? And that I am practically the same person as Sarah Jessica Parker? (Born in Ohio, left-handed… that’s basically all you need to know that we’re the same person.)

I put away my hopes for the movie shortly after the series ended; I had heard that Kim Cattrall (Samantha Jones) wouldn’t agree to do the movie because she was unhappy with the fact that Parker would be making more money in the film, but according to all the news stories thing have been worked out.

So far only the four leading ladies have been confirmed, but there’s really no way they can make this movie without the men. A Sex and the City without Chris Noth just isn’t worth watching. But I guess I’m not that worried. I mean there’s just no way that he was willing to do a movie with Hillary Duff but he won’t sign on with the SATC crew. (And no, I did NOT view The Perfect Man, and quite honestly, I closed my eyes for the previews. There are some things a woman just can’t bear to watch.)

Sex and the City, Sarah Jessica Parker

I guess it’s time for me to stop feeling like a sham and admit the problems I’m going through right now in my relationship. Yesterday was not an easy day for me in that regard; I felt completely outside of my body when my boy began to ignore me Monday night. I tortured myself with all the horrible possibilities (or lack thereof) our relationship had ahead. “Todd” left me with nothing to work with. We somehow managed to steal an amazing four-day weekend away from our busy schedules, had many more serious talks and became increasingly closer. The only major problem we dealt with was the cat’s brilliant plot to tear us apart. Ha, I guess it kind of worked.

Anyway, according to “Todd,” he’s scared by his own feelings for me. It’s hard to tune out my bullshit alarm, but I really do trust him in his strong (yet frightening) feelings for me. He “freaked out” and wanted to put some distance between us. I understand that men are frightened by words like “forever” and “marriage” but, I don’t know, “it’s something to think about.” Yes, I understand that it happens, but I can’t understand why. (Except for vague explanations given in my freshman biology class — something about men wanting to spread their seeds and never settle down. But I’m no scientist.)

He finally gave in and called me last night. He explained his troubled feelings, which turned out exactly as I expected them to be. He’s a year younger than me. He doesn’t want to think about these kinds of decisions right now. I understand.

One thing that struck me sometime last week was my realization of why I loved him so: he always keeps me guessing. I never knew what type of guy I went after, or what I looked for in a guy until I realized that. I told him about half of my prior statement, and he later told me that he doesn’t feel the same way about me. In fact, he thinks I’m sort of predictable. That hurt me. I prefer to think of that situation as my mother so nicely put it: of course he can predict my actions, he’s beginning to get to know me very well.

The conversation ended on fair enough terms, but something seemed off today. I’ve never felt so genuinely apathetic about our relationship’s future (or lack thereof). I just wasn’t bothered by it today. (Well, maybe enough so to put the thought into a blog about the situation, but you get what I mean.)

Today while I was at work I received this text: “I don’t want this to end. You mean the world to me. I freak out sometimes. Hope your day is kicking as much a*ss as you do.” I was unaffected by it. I remember telling him on Sunday that I could completely put my trust in him. But when he ignores me completely instead of just telling me the way he feels, I lose all trust again. If he can’t take care of my feelings, how can I expect him to take care of my trust in him?

I’m so afraid that I’m going to become the negligent, standoffish girlfriend that I’ve been in the past. I like sharing my life with my boyfriend. I just don’t understand why it’s so hard for us to see eye to eye on the future.

1. Keep your cell phone charged.
2. Keep your cell phone by your side.
3. Do not turn your cell phone off.
4. If you break rules 1-3, borrow somebody else’s phone or (gasp) use a land line to check in with your loved ones, they’re worried about you.

As my boyfriend and I sat eating Hawaiian Pizza on a park bench last night, the sun set slowly and we realized that we’ve come to a point where decisions don’t have to be compromises anymore. I don’t know if two people just become more in tune with each other or what, but over the weekend there was no arguing about music selection, pizza toppings or movies to watch, to name a few. And better yet, our selections were more than just mutual choices, we were both completely satisfied with what we had to work with.

We discovered a surprising comedic gem over the weekend, too: Norbit. I’ll admit this movie looked pretty stupid from the previews, but never again will I judge a movie by its preview. Norbit has (of course) Eddie Murphy starring in three different roles, Cuba Gooding, Jr. acting like a complete ass, and other small roles by Eddie Griffin, Marlon Wayans and Katt Williams that totally make the movie. Don’t believe me. See it for yourself.