I was the recipient of mass by MID today. Oh believe me, I’ve done it. The mass-email is a hoax. No one ever really hits ‘address to all contacts.’ Because do you really want to mass-email your dentist’s receptionist about your upcoming nuptials? No. So we feign the mass email with the obligatory, “sorry for the mass email, but,” then we cherry-pick through the names, perhaps including someone we once almost dated or certainly dated… passing it off as a mistake, as if it were something casual instead of pondered. I received one today to his play. It made me smile to know he was doing well. I was glad, one way or another, that I’ve remained in his contact list even though we no longer speak. I wonder why I keep contacts around, in my digital address book, in my phone. Why they’re there, still. I still have the numbers of one of my girlfriend’s from college with whom I haven’t spoken in at least five years. I doubt they still work. We move on for a reason I think. Maybe it’s time to do some cleaning now that I’ve moved in and on with The Suitor. Consider yourself mass-missived.
Now I’m off to the market to pound some veal medallions, mix ’em up with some panko breadcrumbs, lemons, caper, and eggy mess, for our first dinner at home. I love taking care of someone who takes such good care of me.
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At least a quarter of the phone numbers in my cell phone belong to people with whom I no longer keep in touch with. With some, I hope that I'll have a reason to contact them once again. There are others that I keep in there simply because it's difficult to let go of the past. Keeping these people in my contact list is just one way of keeping the past alive.
Shackin' up with The Suitor! That's excellent. MID, you've been served.
You and The Suitor moved in together? That's great! Congratulations!
And, I too am guilty of the "mass email" to really show-off to MIDs…and sometimes I get responses, but then, isn't that the point?
My cell phone makes the most splendid noise while in the process of deleting my past. I highly recommend trying it out.
Mazel tov! How's Notorious D.O.G. handling his new turf?
Congratulations!
Congratulations! Big step :)
"i love taking care of someone who takes such good care of me." – so true.
So . . i'm as guilty as anyone who keeps the MID in the mass email. I could have sworn it was just me but now that i know it's not i feel better but also cleansed that i just deleted all of them from my contact list. Thanks for the sanity check that i'm not abnormal but also for the kick in the pants that its time to let go.
Hoorah! You finally told us!
You've moved in? Awesome! :)
SO thrilled for you! I hope you are smiling because you make us smile on a daily basis! All the best!
Enjoy your first holiday season in your "you" space. Good for you guys :)
In and On!
That made me smile.
Stephanie is blending mushroom soup on some contraption known as her "kitchen aid" as i drink and watch St. Johns University lose to Duke. Let it be noted that the first meal in our new "us" home was actually me cooking up marinated seared Chilean Sea Bass with wild grain walnut rice.
To The Suitor; Dude, cookings cool, but don't get trapped into "Helping" with the laundry.
This was the first meal I cooked in our home. Wild mushroom soup (so fcucking good), wtih crouton garnish and fresh parsley. I followed it up with arugula & tomato salad with panko parmesean crusted veal medallions (which I pounded until I could see through them) in a lemon, wine, butter, parsley sauce. Now I'm watching Pretty Woman while he cleans. This is good. I can live like this.
Am so happy for you. Darn, I just mailed you a card to your old address. You guys coming to Fla. for a visit? Would love to see the both of youz.
If this were a tv show or a movie, following the words,"I can live like this" the lights would fade and the couple would live happily ever after…no further blog entries…just private life together.
Congrats and may I say, yummy! Veal is my all time favorite, last meal before execution, if stranded on a desert island only food choice, dish…
Okay, sorry. Tangent. Again, congrats & happy holidays!
I hardly ever speak to people through email. And I'm 18! I think for people my age, it's so much more about text messages which are a lot more immediate than emails but cost money. There is also IM, but I hate it. Don't even get me started!
Oh Stephanie that is such great news. Its so nice to hear the good stuff. Awesome for you. Be well and Merry Christmas to you and your family.
Congratulations Stephanie!!! Its fabulous to know you're finally getting all you deserve. Your loyal readers have all done the little happy dances for you as you get to each new step with TheSuitor…
Cheers to moving in with the man you love – And, CHEERS to the fact that the man you love sounds like he loves to cook and clean as well. =) You found a keeper. Lucky you.
That Suitor is a great guy! How many guys do you know would want to be on national tv at a cookie swap! He is definately a great guy!
I loved living with my man while he was hear. It is definately worth cooking when you have someone to cook for!
Anyone have a good pesto recipe? I can't seem to make it PERFECT :)
Happy Holidays
Jen
Steph…I love that you seem so content. I mark the years that I've lived with my "suitor" as the best ones in my life, and coincidently, the best meals of my life. In recent history, drunken shitake stir fry with bean thread noodles and marinated grilled salmon with balsamic reduction. Those dinners are rendered with love and admiration… (we take turn being each other's "Sous-Chef") and consumed by firelight watching Iron Chef. Yes, those are some of my happiest and most content memories. I'm so glad that you are having them too.
p.s. we are leaving for NYC today! This time tomorrow we shall also be mired in traffic. :)
Um…has anyone ever "accidentally" sent a text to someone? Shamefully, in a drunken fit of idiocy, I once…well, did that. Pretending that it was intended for the person who fell next in my phone book. (hangs head in shame)
I have to ask … did you meet The Suitor through his comments on your blog? Or did he post there b/c he already knew you? Sorry, I'm a bit late to the game.
Congratulations to you. And on a different note, which I hope doesn't take away from the congratulations…veal!? I always wondered who the people are who eat veal, because knowing how veal calves are raised I figured anybody who knew and still ate veal would have to be a mean-hearted person. But you don't seem to be. Now I'm confused.
Hi Stephanie,
Congratulations to you and your guy! I'm very happy for you in this exciting time. Enjoy every wonderful moment. Happy Holidays!
i want to see photos of your new place, if i'm right in assuming you moved in with him at his place?
Now that you've got the gold, what's your advice to those that are still praying for it?
Your last line sums up how I feel about my boyfriend. It's wonderful.
I received a Christmas card from someone I haven't communicated with in years. No personal note, and a computer label for the address, so I assume the cards were "mass" generated. All the same, this took me by surprise. I thought about sending a card back, but he would probably wonder why in the world I was sending him a card. So I have decided that ignorance is bliss. And if he does know that he sent the card, then he also knows my manners aren't impeccable.
Happy Holidays in the new digs.
Wow, great news! I remember when I moved in with my eventual ex-husband. I actually hadn't even done it yet when my parents wrote me a letter saying they were disowning me, that they could not have a daughter so far from their belief set. Living in sin. Good God. I was like, Well–Okay! Later, when it seemed the letter did not have its intended effect, they let it go. Couldn't miss out on grandkids, you know. I love parents. They kept telling me–you'll understand when you have kids! Well, I have two, and I'm sorry. They could move in with anyone they wanted, man, woman, or group-sex S&M troupe, and I would not write such a letter. Maybe I was raised right. :)
congratulations!
I did meet the suitor online. He got my attention when he responded to my list of things about me. He made me laugh and think, and I looked forward to seeing his name on instant messenger. On days when he didn't sign in, I missed him. All that before we ever met. And the night I met him for the first time, I texted him as soon as he left me at my apartment door. "I cannot wait to see you again." I didn't play by any rules. I was just me, all sloppy and abrasive and bold. All Stephanie. And he was all Phil. I'm such a lucky woman. I really really am.
Isn't it just the best…taking care of the one you love, the one you can't live without while he takes care of needs you didn't know you had.
Hoping the suitor is a perfect fit!!!
Merry Christmas to you Steph, and all your readers!!!
YUM. That entire dinner sounds fantastic! Can I request the recipe?
I clean out my contacts every so often, the way I do spring cleaning
Three things:
Panko is the stuff of the gods.
I met my other half online, and while there are ills inherent in this particular form of social interaction/monogamy, I'm a convert.
It's nice to know you're happy and smiling — especially with the impending appearance of eggy mess.
Keep smiling, and enjoy the holidays!
Just want to wish you and the Suitor a very wonderful holiday, and all the best for the new year!
This is getting dull. Not to be mean… But your posts were a lot more interesting when you were single. Now your posts read like a Hallmark card. Or one of my cousins diary. PLEASE write about those days again! You were so funny, engaging and we all could relate. Thanks.
Yeah, the Suitor! I was rooting for you guys. Love rules.
Love is grand. I kept thinking about the blog you had last week with the children's definition of love. Does he paint your toenails? I, too, am one of the lucky ones who has found their Mr. Right, not the Mr. Right Now. I find that when he is gone from me, that I don't feel whole. I think that is the best feeling in the world. The next hurdle is the geography. I also now know what long distance means in long distance love affair, as he lives in a different state than I do. I think I am going to call him MOMD (man of my dreams). I would live the first half of my life over again gladly if I knew he was waiting for me. So, to you, Stephanie and Phil, I wish you all the happiness in the world. Count all your many blessings and the time that you have to share them with each other. Happiest of New Years to you both.
Definitely take it as a compliment. It was done for a purpose, and I don’t think this was done ‘accidentally’… I really believe that some people still hold on to ‘the one’ they thought they were going to be with —or even more so, marry. People are fragile, and too weak to show their true feelings.
Take it for what it is—an attempt to see how “you” were doing. It’s up to you to decide whether you want to go down that road of old memories with ‘The Suitor” or not. If anything at all, you’ll still have a friend from the past. (If I’m reading this post correctly) If I’m totally off- blame it on the holiday craziness.
Happy Holidays Stephanie!
Did the blog end? Are you on extended holiday? Or new digs bliss?
Happy Chanukah Stephanie!
I shudder to think that this is the end of your blogdom, but it sure does sound like it. If so, I have been honored to be BIRGing in the glow of your talent(basking in reflected glory) and wish you all the best in your new life with Phil. I feel as though I'm losing a friend, even though we never met. You will be mass-missed. Peace.