Old and Lonely

Nicole (my lovely and talented bride to be, for those who might not know) is back in her hometown this weekend for her bridal shower. This has left me all alone in the apartment this weekend, aside from our two cats, who aren't the best conversationalists (not that it stops me from trying).

I'm about halfway through my weekend of singlehood and something very strange occurred to me: I'm doing absolutely nothing that I wouldn't do if Nicole were here.

It's weird. I mean, it's not as if I'd be hiring hookers and doing blow all weekend, but, in theory, a man left alone for a few days should be doing things he wouldn't normally be able to get away with when his significant other is around. But aside from being able to watch multiple episodes of the Wire on our TV as opposed to in my office on the computer, there's nothing going on right now that Nicole couldn't be here for.

Is this because Nicole and I just work that well together?

Granted, some of this is because -- being jobless as I am -- I'm used to being home alone a lot. The job market being what it is, I've also discovered the joys of cleaning, in that it's one of the few things I can actually do that has concrete results. In other words, I'm not even living like a pig without Nicole here.

And, of course, there's the flip side of all this. I had to watch Battlestar Galactica last night without her! That's sacreligious! And I won't even get into how hard it is for me to get to sleep at night, multiple glasses of whiskey or no.

I guess this means I'm whipped, as the phrase goes. But I think it's just a matter that she understands me and I, despite my long standing self-absorption, seem to understand her.

That's good to know, since 12 weeks from today we're getting married.