Held at arm's length

Danny had been calling me more than I am accustomed to and talking much longer than is the norm for me. I felt a need to structure, to organize my 'talking time' with her and set a 'date' for calling...a week ago I said "Let's talk Saturday afternoon or evening, shall we?" Which put something to look forward to in my week and gave me the foresight to choose a time, a place for the call. Totally un-spontaneous, I realize. But she has 'anytime minutes' after 7 and mine do not start until after nine. How to remedy that, and do I wish to remedy that? Perhaps. I have to acclimatize myself to her style, listen to what is between the lines and formulate a tactic for conversing with her. Because I think I really do want to know her but she doesn't know herself. She says she does but she sounds just like me ten years ago: it's all swirling around in her brain and she just spouts out what is currently at the exit port.
Last night we were talking about how we both loathe the way some folk desperately need to define the artistic process behind certain works of art or literature. Danny says "If you want to know, ask the artist or author. If they are not available, you CANNOT know what they were thinking, so why speculate for hours and write dissertations and such? Just enjoy the product." And I said it was fun, to wonder what an artist or author was thinking when they were in the process, but she's right, one can never know for sure unless the artist /author is there in person to ask. And even then they might not tell you the truth if they even know it themselves.
Somehow we got on the subject of Dada. When she mentioned Dada I was floored. First of all, it is very rare I come across a person in this area who has even heard of it outside of Art History class. Secondly, it is even rarer to talk to someone who ENJOYS Dada. But Dada is a running thread throughout my life and I must come to realize that it is a code word: when I hear it or hear something connected to it I MUST LISTEN.
On the refrigerator in this house there is a poster for Tom Stoppard's play 'Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead'. It is a connection to Dada, and a key factor in my realizing right off the bat my roommate is someone I wanted to be involved with because he was IN the play, and something about that spoke to me deeper than anything else might have. Which sounds kind of superficial but one must pay attention to the road signs in the vast weird universe, mustn't one?
Well anyhow once Danny mentioned that Dada was one of her favorite art movements I felt a need to sit up and listen that much more intently. Is it possible that we started off as lovers, albeit annoyed with one another and completely incompatible, spent twenty-some odd years apart living life largely and learning everything set in our path, every lesson and every hard knock; only to be thrust back together (thanks to the internet!)?
What if that is the case? I intend to propose to her that there are so many signs that we ought to look at: the way she and I both are starting from scratch, financially; the love we both have for all things equine; our similar art appreciation; love for books and writing; love for punk rock,classical music and NPR...ability to empathize and sympathize with people and yet keep our own heads clear without succumbing to others levels of despair, using laughter and faith.
There are many other points of mutual interest and I daresay that had I made a checklist of things I wanted in a partner that she would have come the closest to ticking off all the points as anyone has or may ever come.
We talked for two and a half hours last night, and I really listened. She is kind of stubborn, sort of a know-it-all and likes to toot her own horn in the brain capacity department. At first I found that annoying but now I find it interesting: like I said, I want to get to know her. She's insecure despite the fact she maintains the opposite. We'd be good for one another, of that I am sure: can we be 'together' separately until I graduate? Will she even consider it? Is she still attracted to me and vise versa? I suppose we shall find out next weekend.