The Boy I Currently like has a birthday in a couple of weeks and I am becoming completely obsessed with his present. Okay, I've been thinking about it since Christmas. While my mom's birthday in early January is entirely too close to Christmas for my taste, The Boy's birthday two months later gives me some breathing room, while allowing me to keep gift ideas in the back of my mind. Or it would seem, anyway.
I just want so fucking badly to give him something(s) that is at once funny, different and smart. Perhaps a little nerdy, too. I think I did pretty well with his Christmas present. He has quoted the book I gave him and seems to wear the t-shirt I gave him every time we see each other (which is terribly sweet and awfully cute).
However, I totally feel like I shot my wad with the Christmas gift. I'm so wary of books or music, despite the fact that he does indeed like the book I gave him for Christmas and raved about the CD I gave him for his birthday last year. There seemed to be so much less pressure last year, even though our birthdays were our first gift exchange. I don't recall obsessing over what I got him nearly as much as I am this year. Though, that could be due to the fact that I was unemployed last year and had other shit to obsess about.
Once I do decide what I'm going to buy him, I'll spend the intervening days until he opens said gift thinking, "I've made a huge mistake." Take the Christmas t-shirt, for example. I thought it was funny and clever. I told the World's Worst Wing Woman and possibly a couple of other girlfriends about it and they thought it was dumb. I berated myself for being so stupid as to think it was a funny t-shirt. I worried from the moment I hit the "submit order" button until the moment he opened the box, read the t-shirt and laughed.
Sweet, buttery Christ. It shouldn't be so hard. And it probably isn't. I'm just a freak who has to make her life as difficult as possible for some strange reason. After all the pondering, comparing, interwebs shopping, searching and hand-wringing, I'm sure I'll end up going with the stuff from his list of possible Christmas gifts that I thought could wait until his birthday. Then I'll worry until he opens them and at least pretends he likes them. But at least it will be over.
Until Christmas, of course.
Speaking of birthdays -- I'd like to wish a very Happy Birthday today to one Muffy Willowbrook!