Just to kick start things here, for those of you who read my last blog and didnt know my bit about the fight with the girlfriend was a joke, well it was! Im sorry to have mislead you! We didnt get in a barroom style fight. No glasses or punches were thrown and we certainly never had to go to any police... it was all a joke. And a big thanks to those who took the time to message me and ask if I actually hit her. I understand Im a giant, but what about me? No i didnt hit her, BUT YOU BOTHER TO ASK IF SHE HIT ME? you know, many men suffer in silence in abusive relationships because they are to ashamed to say that a woman physically over powers them. TAKE A STAND my friends! Be Proud... unfortunately amy doesnt beat me. Well... Not unfortunately. Its actually a good thing she doesnt. Im 6 foot 7 but i bruise like a peach!
I met Amy in September of 2010. She came to see a play that I was in. She was in fact on a kind of a date when we first met. In order to break the ice when I first chatted with her at a club afterwards, I simply said that her date (who was elsewhere) looked like Kenny G. 2 things about that comment. 1) She didnt know who Kenny G was, and so thought I was being a total asshole, 2) this guy looks exactly like Kenny G!!!
Her and I didnt break the friendship barrier for quite some time, which is rare. She agreed to get a beer with me once, which I was surprised by. Like most girls, Amy had been informed by friends, family, ex's, and the clergy that I was in fact the Whore of Babalon. That I was trouble. That one date with me would leave her raped, pregnant, and confused. I am happy to say that I only left her confused.
She has recently moved out to the East with me and I think she is having a hard time. I have never made that move for somebody. I appreciate that she has. She has left friends, family, and jobs behind to truck after a husky actor who cant get any work. The smartest move? I think no. But I still think its sweet. I think once she gets a job, and then books a visit home, she will be perfectly fine.
She proof reads most of my blogs, and edits my terrible spelling and missed words. I am an extremely forgetful person. I have so much in my mind at one time that so much has to get thrown out in order to make way for the new stuff. I wish i wasnt so forgetful and I was saying just the other day that... damnit! Nevermind. Just kidding. I was saying that I should see if I can pick up memory games or something. Something to help me fix my silly silly mind. The quickness of it serves me well on stage, but off stage its a royal pain in the ass.
I think the reason that I chose to write about Amy is that she is a little home sick right now. Its hard to leave what you know and machete your way into a new world. I know that she can as she is more than capable, but its hard to watch somebody struggle. I often dont write about her, as I figured she wouldnt like to be chatted about. Admittedly there are times when I write about things that she does NOT want me to, but I think this on will be fine.
Like all couples there are things about our relationship that are pure shit. And there are things that are pure bliss. I am glad that we can be fairly honest with each other and that we always deal with issues as soon as they arise. Very adult, yes? INDEED! Despite the fact that I am sitting on the floor in my toronto apartment because the only think we have purchased for it is a TV, I AM AN ADULT. Sorta. Will we be together forever? I dont know. We will have to see what the pregnancy test says I suppose.
IM KIDDING MOM! RELAX! JUST BREATHE! YOUR PUFFER IS IN YOUR PURSE!
She is pretty, talented and smart, and I dont know why anybody would hang around with a husky hobo like me, but I think its A OKAY!
Thanks so much for reading
I like to include faberge eggs in my comedy as a good example for something frail and delicate. I ended up finding out after a year of knowing Amy that she had no clue what the hell a faberge egg was. Figured it would be fitting to throw it in the title