I’ve always been a morning person.
One of my favourite things is getting up early on the weekends, sitting on my sofa drinking coffee and looking out the window (I have a pretty great view in London terms, i.e. I have a view). I love the feeling that most people are still sleeping and I have this little bit of London almost to myself for a couple of hours.
When I was with my ex, I spent most weekends at his house. I would wake up super early and have to entertain myself for hours. He is not a morning person. I would read, wander downstairs, watch TV, make myself coffee. He has a fabulous house. But he does not have a fabulous view.
When we were in New York, I would get up and go out on my own. Walk along Battery Park, find a deli and eat a bagel, take a stroll around Sephora. I would get back to the apartment, sure that he would be awake and wondering what had happened to me, and he would still be in bed. The TV didn’t even work properly so I couldn’t watch MTV. Disaster.
Here’s something, I have my weekend morning time back.
But what would I really prefer? I loved waking up next to him. I loved reading in bed while he snored. I loved when he would finally wake up and wrestle my book out of my hands so he could kiss me. And, yes, I loved weekend morning sex. A lot.
So here’s what I’m telling myself: one day I am going to meet someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with, and – wait for it – he will want to spend the rest of his life with me too. For thousands and thousands of mornings, I’ll be waking up with someone. Might as well make the most of these quiet hours that I get to myself now.
Coffee. Crispy, autumnal view of East London. Teen Mom 2. Not a bad way to start the day, really.
Pizza of Doom 
sounds like a plan! there are morning guys out there! i am not a morning person myself, but i know there are morning guys out there! i’m sure youll find your morning love one day (:
Not the worst start to a day. I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for and more importantly: what you deserve 🙂 Keep your head up
Hah. I can relate quite a bit to that whole, having to entertain yourself for HOURS while he still slept…
God, is that ever annoying. I’m sorry but it is. At least I know ONE thing for sure that I DON’T want in my life, whoever it is I wind up with!!!! That used to drive me absolutely batty, and no matter how hard I tried to be patient about it, I was always miserable and strained, wishing he’d want to get up with me and enjoy the sunlight, perhaps sip coffee with me out in the garden, watching the cats play and catch moths, etc.
I had so many lovely morning experiences – SOLO – and he never even seemed to care afterwards, when I’d be smiling and telling him about it all.
Also, at least you had him rolling over to kiss and fool around with you! Mine would just scowl at me and hurl back the covers to stomp off to the bathroom. Wasn’t that he was pissed at me, but he was pissed at the world because he had to wake up, and I happened to be part of the world in that moment.
Lovely eh?
I don’t think I’ve EVER experienced loving waking up beside the man I loved, because it was just always like that from the very beginning. I wonder if it’ll ever change.
Also sidenote: I obviously only met you here on WP and know only that which you’ve blogged about but, you used to live in NYC? Then moved to London? So where were you born if you don’t mind my asking, and how did you get to do all this traveling? I find it quite intriguing 🙂
Thank you all for your nice comments.
On the side note: I was actually born in Scotland and moved to London over eight years ago. I worked in New York about four years ago for a few months, and then over the summer this year my ex was working there so I was out visiting him briefly. According to one of the pyschics I have seen, NY is going to feature in my life in a big way over the next few years. So that’s something to look forward to!