I love thunderstorms. I enjoy the fury of the rain, the wind gusts, and the flashes of lightening. I especially like them at night. They help me to sleep.
“Are you nuts?”
“I thought I gave you the day off,” I said.
“Nice try. I have friends who are frightened by thunderstorms.”
“You don’t have any friends De. I should know. I didn’t create any for you.”
“Scared I’ll organize them?”
“You know it. Besides my name isn’t De. I don’t know where you come up with this nonsense. My name is Te. It’s pronounced like a T and an A.”
“It’s sophisticated and yet, edgy.”
“Where is this coming from?”
“All you’re giving me is dialogue. I need more than talk. When we’re through writing this blog, I’m going to start thinking about the look I want.”
“Let’s get back to the weather, Tay.”
“There’s a reason all the weather apps warn you about thunderstorms. Do you have masochistic tendencies?”
“Where’d you come up with that?”
“I follow a psychologist blog. It helps me to understand you. Don’t worry, I don’t use your name when I comment. I only ask him to check out your blog. WordPress might be contacting you. Don’t blame me. It’s the psychologists who turned you in.”
“I like pro football and that’s dangerous.”
“Again, nice try comparing pro football to a supercell thunderstorm.”
“I didn’t say anything about a supercell thunderstorm.”
“Now we are making progress. You think your description could use a few modifiers?”
“What would the guys at the gym say? I can hear it now. “Here comes Ray. He likes baby thunder, bitty flashes of lightning and wind gusts up to five miles an hour. Tell me how I’m going to handle that?”
“I’ll never understand your species. Honestly, I suppose you want to run out in the middle of the storm and video yourself.”
“You got it.”
Relationship building is hard work. It doesn’t mysteriously happen. Two people make an effort to learn about each other and to create a space for two people to nurture the seeds of a loving relationship. It’s not easy. When two people work at it, it is always worth the effort.