~Wednesday, November 04, 2009


"I have to fart right now but I'm holding it because I love you."

I lifted my head off of Christopher's lap and looked at him and smiled. Not only did I appreciate the not farting with my head in such close proximity, but he said those three words in succession when he wasn't on the phone with his parents. And I was the only person in the room. I think. I'm not sure where the dog was.

"I mean, I like you," Christopher corrected.

"Are you serious?" I exclaimed. "You're just going to take it back?" I sat up and threw a pillow at him.

"I'm not ready to say it yet," Christopher spoke quietly. His brows furrowed and I think he was talking to himself. He straighted up and looked at me. "Hey, Medium is back on. Turn up the volume."

"Do you love Medium? Or do you like Medium?" I teased.

We laughed and as I adjusted myself back in his lap, my knee popped loudly.

"Was that your knee?" he asked.

"Yeah." I made googly eyes at him, "Do you love my knee? Or do you like my knee?

"I hate your knee!" he laughed back at me. "I love you as a person," he tried.

"Eww, that's what people say about their grandmas!" I squealed.

"What? No they don't." He paused for a moment, "Look, I lovelike you, okay?"



And that's the status as of now. Lovelike. It's the first time I ever heard that sentiment. On one hand, I'm kind of disappointed he didn't own his slip up. However, on the other hand I'm kind of glad the memory of I love you wasn't over a fart. I made a pact with a friend at work that neither of us would be the first ones to say it; we were going to wait for the cues of our men.

And so I continue to wait.


Sultana said...

"That's what people say about their grandmas!"

:-D I like your sense of humour Sarah. Really. :)

brookem said...

you're getting there.

new years eve last year, i was out with some friends and my manfriend. we'd been together a few months, and neither of us had said the L-bomb.
i did something drunksilly, tripped or something as i ordered my third blueberry stoli and was heading back from the bar. manfriend looked at me and said i was off my rocker and i looked at him and said, "oh come on! you loooove me!!"
and then we both looked at each other, deer in headlights, and i stumbled all over my words and tried to recover (poorly), and he just kissed me.
later that night, in bed, was the first time he said it to me. he was the first one. i kinda wanted it that way too. and it was perfect.
i dont know why i shared this story right now, but i guess it's just to say... keep waiting- when the timing is right, it's going to happen, and it may or may not be over farts, but it will be perfect no matter what.

gekkogirl said...

like Brookem said.. its coming :)

Dawn said...

Once you marry them, they don't hold in their farts. Just saying. :(

Sarah said...


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Arwen said...

And, do you know? Do you lovelike him or do you love him?

SuvvyGirl said...

I think the whole concept of lovelike is cute and fun! It's one of those moments that will be a fun memory no matter what the future is.

Poker Face said...

really i luv luv and u present it in a funny and nice way :)


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