the Heart Approaches What It Yearns

I was talking to my girlfriend J about my living situation, (without going into the detail that I am occasionally getting the Hot French Monkey Love action) and she said I don’t seem to be “getting enough out of this deal.”

To which I said, as politely and sweetly that I could, well, I should be the one to decide what I get out of it.

Am I getting enough out of this deal? Monsieur pays towards my student loans. He pays for my food, and rent is free. The only thing I need to wait tables for is extra money, like for clothes and extras, and to pay on my Visa card debt, which is pretty high. Somehow I racked up about a $4500 balance in five years of college. Which as I hear, isn’t out of the ordinary.

I buy my own health care and beauty stuff. I haven’t bought music or anything like that in a while, since I’ve been listening to the music around here so much. (There’s tons of it, some of it on vinyl that is older than my dad.) Also, for music, there’s a public radio station out of Austin and it plays a lot of the world music stuff I like, at night. It is better for me than the public radio stations in KC but M really thought the ones in KC were far better. Then again, she was into the jazz thing, which the KC public stations were really into.

Anyway, point is, I get plenty out of it. All my needs are answered. I don’t get everything I want, but who does? It’s a good life.