One of my favorite things about my lover is that when he explains things to me, he speaks as if I'm educated or something. Well, I'm not. So I usually have to ask him to RE-explain it...and then RE-explain it again, and then DRAW it out, and then explain with hand signals and flares until I get it...anyway you get the point.
Last week he was explaining something to me about what battalion (is that even the right word?) his friends from IOC are in. I got all floozy and lost track of everything he was saying when he started throwing out words, numbers and acronyms like...II MEF, regiment, battalion, 2/6, 1/2 and Plt. Commander. Uhmm...hello? Are you even speaking English? Do you really think I have any idea what you're talking about? Usually when he gets in these, "I wanna talk military with you even though you have no clue what I'm saying" modes I just tune out and go into dreamy love mode thinking about how hot he is and how much I wanna just mug down with him when he's done talking. I nod my head and throw in the occasional "uh huh...yea!" so it seems like I'm really listening.
Last week was different. As much as I wanted to go into dreamy love mode, I decided that it was time for me to understand this whole pyramid of Marines. So I tell him that I don't understand and I need him to explain it to me SLOOOOWLY. And he does. But that isn't good enough because as hard as I try to focus on the words he's saying, my brain tries to take over into love mode and it's a battle up there in my head. I decide that this just isn't working and I need to SEE what he's saying (the whole hand signals and flares alternative) on paper so I can study it. I'm a total visual person.
And then, like the lover he is, he scratches out this "map" of the Marine Corps organization. I love that. I love that he wants to try to teach me. I love that he's patient with me.
SO I watch him scratch this out and, for a moment (really I think that's all it was...just A moment) I kinda understood. I felt happy inside like I had just finished a college course and was 2 credits closer to my non-existent degree.
And then...as he continued to explain...I went into dreamy love mode once again. I think I actually drooled this time. Oh well, it's not THAT important.