One of the best gifts that I got this Christmas was an electric blanket. That, and a set of knives. I specifically asked for both these items as I’ve been paying a heaping bundle for heat lately and have always had a hankering to snuggle under warm covers when it’s time to call it a night. Also, I’m trying to become less of a culinary clutz and I figured the knives were a good place to start.
So far, so good. At least with the blanket anyway. I haven’t busted out the knives yet, but a meal which requires some dicing is calling my name. Ideas?
The blanket even has a “his and hers” setting. Which, is all well and good, but let’s face it, most nights, I spend solo in there (not counting my cat), so both settings are going on, regardless. Besides, I’m a middle of the bed kind of girl, so on a given night, both sides are being cranked to high. Thank you very much.
Now that I think about it, I’m kind of like an electric blanket.
It doesn’t take me all too long to warm up to you, and when I do, I’m constantly hooked and in it for the long haul. Like the blanket, depending on the situation, I ease into the warm up. I don’t come on too strong with a number 10 setting right off the bat, but once I’m warm, you can consider me at a good 8 setting for good.
Or at least, for the 11 hours until I automatically shut off.
I don’t in fact, shut off. But I do find that I sometimes come with an expiration time as far as how long I can be “on” for. I’m more of a morning person (that includes but certainly is not limited to Sexy Time) than a night owl. The 12am hour rolls around and I’m usually beginning to fade.
The other night I was under the electric blanket, went to bed with the his and hers set at a 9, and I woke up in the middle of the night sweating my balls off.
I knew this would happen. Because in addition to being a middle sleeper, a morning person, and a lover of men with good hair, I also like things instantly. Right away, right now. I want them when I want them, I’m impatient and immature like that, so when I want it to be warm in my bed I want it to be warm right then, snuggly and all ready for me when I say so.
I want it when I want it, and I also want it hot, right off the bat.
(This sentence can be taken to have more than one meaning, and I hope you do in fact, go there with it.)
The other night I was sitting across the table out to dinner with ManFriend. (Who, by the way, I guess I should note, is a more…. serious? ManFriend now a days.) (I’m still on board, and really not having any pangs of needing to to jump from this ship.) (That’s big….er, HUGE for me, and it makes me feel kind of comfy and relaxed in a way that I haven’t in a long time.) (I’ll stop using the parentheses now.)
(ManFriend makes me really smile my face off, by the by. And admitting that is also a little scary and nerve-wracking and a tiny bit freaky for me, but in a good way, you know?)
Anyway. Done now with the parentheses I swear. So I was sitting across from ManFriend last night at dinner, after having been out and about during the day playing around, and I lost my breath for a second. It was one of those moments which sort of catch you off guard. Where things are happening, good, sweet, happy things, but you get that bit of surprised pang in the pit of your stomach, in the “is this really happening to me?” kind of way. And so, like a total nut job any reasonable person would do, I got quiet. Real quiet, like, pull the plug on the electric blanket quiet, and I sort of just shut down.
And good lord, if you’re thinking, “That ManFriend of yours is a gem, putting up with you and your Crazy,” you’re right.
Though he’s so damn down to earth and chill that he would say that my Crazy is nothing and actually endearing and he’d go on to tell you about how he actually digs how frazzled I get sometimes. I know this, because in the midst of one of my little…. moments, he will grab my hand and tell me that this quality in me is one he finds most likable.
Seriously, who’da thunk?
And this? Is how I know I’ve got a keeper. Many other reasons could go down here, but just the mere fact that this fella not only puts up with this Crazy of mine on the regular, but actually finds it endearing? Well then, I think I’ve found myself a good one.
(And maybe there’s a reason that I got an electric blanket with a “his” function too, afterall?)