26 January, 2013

True Love by Donuts

SHHHhh... Brett and Kirsten are still asleep.

That's right. I'm blogging from Brett's house. (This post will probably only be interesting to regular followers of the "Red and Brett" romance. If you're new here, check out last year's post that started it all for some insight into where I'm coming from. OR, just for something different, I recommend my "pervert" post.)

I'm up but Brett and his daughter are not. We're from two different time zones. My body is in the habit of getting up an hour earlier because of the time difference. Well okay, that and the fact that I get up super-early to be at work early, whereas Brett works nights. Yeah. We're not exactly on the same schedule.

When I awoke this morning to the point where I couldn't ignore it, and could see light coming in the kitchen window, it was 6:35. They're sound asleep. I decided to walk up to the gas station for coffee. See, there are some unavoidable differences between Brett and myself, besides the whole time/schedule thing:

Coffee - He doesn't drink it on a regular basis.

The Cold - I think he recently posted something about how much he hates cold weather, but maybe that was on Facebook or Twitter. Anyway, he HATES it. So I wouldn't consider asking him to venture out this morning.

Exercise - Actually, Brett and I always end up going for a walk when we're together. Usually after a meal, sometimes with the dog (if he's visiting me). But first thing in the morning? ...well okay, we've never tried.

ANYWAY, I'm awake, so decided to walk to the gas station. I figured "if Brett gets up, he'll see my blankets are still all messy on the sofa, and know I didn't just leave."
...I don't know why I had that thought, like as if this was some trashy booty-call or something. It's a totally bizarre thing to cross my mind! But I thought it. Call it lack of caffeine or whatever...

I got up, pulled on jeans from yesterday and a ball-cap, reached for my coat...

There's a problem. I'm a bed-maker. At home I don't get into the shower before my bed's made, and I certainly couldn't leave the house with the "blankets all messy..." so I folded them neatly and put them away before I left.

DUDE! It's friggin' COLD! It was a nice walk, but I couldn't feel my ears by the time I got there.

One giant coffee (to last me the morning), one Mt. Dew for Brett, and a half-dozen donuts later, I went back into the cold.
The donuts were kind of an after-thought.

We have a donut thing.

I'm not a huge donut-fan, but ...caution, this is kind of sappy!...

Brett and I, living so far apart, text frequently. And occasionally there will be a series of texts trying to humorously comparatively better describe our affection. One time, Brett randomly texted "I love you so much I'd share my donuts with you." To which, I'm sure I replied something sweetly endearing like "What kind of donuts?" Because my mental image requires details! You know what I mean: am I visualizing a Dunkin Donuts box of a dozen, in which case will you let me have the "creme-filled"? Or are we talking about Entenmann's cake-style donuts in which case I want the crumb-top, or do you have a dozen Krispy-Kreme glazed? There's a different visual!

...Brett's so awesome. I think this quirk (I say "quirk" because it sounds cuter and more fun than "neurosis") of mine to need details drives him crazy, but he laughs.

Well, the next time I visited we bought donuts. I think that was my idea, because I distinctly remember discussing the *fact* that "Of course your town has a bakery where they make fresh donuts" because if we were going to do this, I wanted to go all out and get fancy ones, and Brett informed me that he was sure there was no such bakery, that donuts came from the grocery store or the gas station, or a truck stop, but he did the research anyway just to verify that there wasn't a bakery he didn't know about, BECAUSE I kept pestering him to prove a point HE LOVES ME.

So today, donuts. Just 'cause.
From a gas station.

...and I think I might hear stirring in the back rooms of the house, so I better be done.
I am totally becoming "that girl" who always talks about her relationship. What about you? Tell me your funny relationship story! (I know you've got them...)

18 comments:

  1. This is kinda off topic, but last night I had a dream that I was eating cake. Lot's and lot's of cake. Now I want doughnuts. I swear to god I am not going to drive to town in the middle of a snow storm for doughnuts...

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    1. You could go online and get a recipe for donuts. Homemade, hot, fresh donuts!

      Yeah, I nuked my gas station donut for a few seconds before eating it. ...even though I'm sure they were fresh this morning.

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  2. There's no shame in it! I love living vicariously through other people's relationships. And... mmm donuts. Now I NEED a donut!

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    1. I have to say, this is a fun relationship to be in. I'm glad others enjoy it too!

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  3. I'm glad you're 'that girl' that talks about her relationship, but I love hearing about it! What I like most is that it seems like a real relationship, not all hearts and flowers, but at the same time, you do mushy things like text lovey dovey things and buy donuts :)

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    1. Totally real, no hearts, and the only flowers were from before we met, when he was too far away to be there in person. :)

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  4. It is totally okay to be 'that girl'. I mean, it isn't like we all have hearts of stone here, in fact, I think it's safe to say Red and Brett stories elicit a communal 'AWWWWWWWW' from us:)

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    1. It's very weird for me, still, but I'm glad to satisfy anyone's wish to "AWW".

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  5. Ahhhhh, you two are so cute. That was a pretty sappy story but it was just so adorable! You'll have to go on a donut date one day, to a really fancy donut place, and tell us all about it.

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    1. I vote for Voodoo doughnuts in Portland, Oregon.

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    2. I vote for Fractured Prune here in MD!! ;)

      But if you are seriously considering going out to Portland at some point (for donuts or otherwise) keep me in the loop. I am trying to plan a trip out there at some point. It would be amazing to see you guys out there, too! :)

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    3. A Donut Date...hm. I've never been to Voodoo Doughnuts, I have had Fractured Prune (they're in Delaware too, Misty), BUT a more practical place would be that hockey-themed donut shop from Wayne's World. At least it's near-ish.

      ...and fictional? Maybe?

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  6. I was awesome to wake up to fresh doughnuts...and a woman in the house.

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    1. Just "a woman"? WELL, then!

      jk. I know there are things you won't say online because they are personal. LOVE

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  7. When we stop wanting to hear about the ongoing saga that is Brett-Red we will stop reading. Or as I like to think, The Tale of Bred (I was either thinking B-Red, Bred, or Rett). Like Brangelena For Brad Pitt and what's-her-face.

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    1. I think it has to be "B-Red", or else it sounds like "bread", which is totally boring.

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  8. Half of his donuts? Oh man, that IS twue wuv!! ;)

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    1. Well, he didn't specify "half" (which is fine, I'm actually not a huge donut-fan). Actually when I tried to clarify which kind, I think his response was along the lines of "I don't know. I don't even have donuts, but if I had them..." and then we launched into a breakdown of which kind we prefer, and from where, and why...

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