I know it’s here somewhere
I am a curious little monkey. It’s not that I don’t like secrets; it’s that I don’t like waiting. So perhaps I’m an impatient little monkey. Either way, this has the potential to kill me.
Last Thursday Darren and I were talking on the phone, filling in the other about our days. Part of Darren’s update included going to Mississauga to run an errand. We both know what he’s talking about, but I let him finish what he was saying.
Looks like the tax return came in.
Part of me can’t believe he actually told me that piece of information, whereas the other part knows that he tells me everything so it was bound to come out. And part of me is glad to know where we are in the process while the other part knows that if I were more in the dark I wouldn’t be so curious.
Saturday I was at Darren’s place and I noticed a bag on his dresser with the Spence Diamonds logo on it. When he wasn’t looking, I picked up the bag and shook it. Thankfully it was empty. Darren’s clever enough to know that I cannot be trusted with such a blatant test of self control.
But come to think of it, I don’t know if any girl would be able to resist opening such a package, “just to be sure it fits” or “just to make sure that I still like it” or “just to see what it will look like.”
I’m choosing to believe that the bag wasn’t left in such an obvious place as a means of gentle torture. Rather, it’s Darren’s way of building anticipation. Well, it’s working.