Hi, I’m Bones. I like long walks on the beach, Yoga in the wee hours of the morning, spending time with my dog, Woofy, and I have an incredible dinosaur bone collection, hence the ‘Bones’ nickname (not really).
Just as a precursor, I have a very dry, very sarcastic sense of humor. Don’t judge me, because baby I was born this way. I’m also not a fan of Lady Gaga.
Some of you may be asking yourselves, why ‘Bones’? And the answer is simple: that’s not a real nickname of mine. My name is Caitlin. Call me Caitlin, call me Cait, call my Toni, or call me Tones. But Bones? No thank you. Bones implies: A.) I have an affinity for skeletons, which we already established I do not. B.) I’m into something sexual that would make people (including me) blush or C.) I am nothing but skin and bones.
None of these are true. I know very little about the human body. In fact, I’m learning textbook anatomy in a yoga certification course and have already established I should perhaps give up eating chicken (a human without skin looks a lot like uncooked chicken…). I am not into something weird sexually, and if I were I certainly wouldn’t tell the internet about it. I am also not skin and bones. By all accounts I am a pretty average size. My doctor says so. Mike says my rear has a little extra, but he swears it’s appealing.
The real story of “Bones” is actually pretty funny. I’m sure you are dying to know, so I’ll tell you. Towards the very start of our relationship, Mike sent me flowers when I was having a bad day. He wrote a very sweet note (I’m sure) but I never received it. Instead, the florist included the wrong note which read “Bones, I love you very much”. At the time I thought it was mighty forward of him to drop the L bomb, and I didn’t care for his new pet name for me.
So, let’s get down to it. Why would Mike let me write on his blog? What if this was just a fleeting relationship? How embarrassing for him to report another breakup to all of you nice people! Don’t fret my (new) pets, I have good news – this is not fleeting. In fact, Mike recently made sure I would never fleet away at all. Just a couple short weeks ago, Mike popped the big Q and boop boop beep boop I am his BEYONCE. That’s what it’s called, right? Your trusty travel friend is getting married!
I know what you are saying, “she seems odd…why would he marry her?” and I think the answer is, I am odd but so is your trusty travel friend. They will call us the Odd Couple. Or maybe they already do. Who are they?
Mike and I met at work. We both love our jobs, and spend lots of time working at them so why not meet your future husband at work? It’s actually quite nice, we don’t spend a lot of time talking about work outside of the office because WE BOTH ALREADY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! That leaves plenty of time to plan our next trips which you are sure to read all about.
You and I already have something in common, and we just met. One of my favorite things about Mike is also one of your favorite things about Mike – he loves to travel. I grew up going everywhere. My parents loved to travel and loved to bring their kids with them, and their kids brought their love for travel into adulthood. Next on my list: Nicaragua in a couple days. Maybe I’ll tell you guys all about it. Mike is salty he was not invited but I think he should be grateful I like to venture out on my own. “Ferociously Independent” I believe is the term he uses…
Anyways, Mike is handsome. He is sweet. He is funny. He is smart. I think I’ll marry him.
Nice to meet you,
Caitlin aka Roam-about-gal