One reason my boyfriend makes me crazy with love:
He’s reading a book. No, I’m serious. He’s reading a BOOK! Reading is one of my most favorite things to do, and talking about books is another. But he’s not a big reader; not a big book reader at least. He reads magazines and graphic novels and lots of things on the internet, but not books (let’s not argue about the graphic novel thing, you know what I mean). He tried to get into one book about a year ago, but it still sits on his nightstand, unfinished.

I’m totally cool with his different interests, but I always hoped someday he’d discover a book or two that he would actually read. And enjoy. So when, after a conversation about The DaVinci Code, he told me he might like to read it, I all but ripped my copy out of my sister’s hands and gave it to him. Read? Yes! Here, take this, start here. Need a bookmark?

And he’s been a reading fool ever since! It took him a couple days to actually open the cover, but since he did, it’s not rare to see my boy curled up in bed. Reading a book. I can’t even talk about it anymore because I might jinx it. Shhh…

One reason Brad makes me just plain crazy:
Ever since he got his Blackberry, he has been constantly connected to the world. Everytime he gets an email to one of his many accounts, the Blackberry makes a Brrlling! sound. An instant message or chat. Brrlling! An appointment reminder. Brrlling! A phone call. Well then it’s more of a RRIIINNGG!

And the thing is literally attached to his hip. In a holster. At every Brrling! or RRIIINNGG! he’s like a cowboy in a western shootout. A cowboy with the fastest draw, let me tell you.

At first, he immediately responded to every single Brrling! or RRIIINNGG! the device made. He even texts and chats and emails and surfs the internet while driving down the road. Or while I’m talking to him. But he’s gotten better, often giving priority to whatever he’s doing at the time, like talking to me, and not to the Brrling!s and RRIIINNGG!s of the Blackberry. So I thank him for that.

However, the thing that really drives me crazy is that whenever I call him, he never answers. He always has a perfectly reasonable excuse, I admit, but I always expect that when I call him, he’s going to answer. I see him answer every other call or email or text he ever gets, and plus I’m his girlfriend, I’m priority! But when I call, his phone is always upstairs or downstairs or in his Jeep. Always somewhere he’s not. Or maybe it’s still on silent from when he was at that one thing earlier. I know he’s telling the truth, but it frustrates the hell out of me.

He’s one of the most connected people I know, always has the world attached right there on his hip. Except when I call.