(Continuation of Romance )
“Oh thank CHRIST.”
— Me, upon discovering that the hotel we are staying at this week in the Bahamas has a Starbucks in the lobby.
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What is Love?
(Part of the What is Love series)
Love is knowing when to say “I’m sorry.”
Roughy 10-15 minutes after he says it first.
What is Love
(Part of the What is Love series)
Love means being able to cup his face in your hands, look him straight in the eye and tenderly ask him to check if that painful lump you feel on your back is a pimple or a spider bite.
Eric: “You smell like bacon.”
Me: “Well I ate some for breakfast. But then I showered. And brushed my teeth!”
Eric: “I think it’s just your natural scent.”
That’s my favorite thing he’s ever said. ❤️
The Relation
Eric’s Super (just now, as I let myself into Eric’s building with my copied key): “You are make the relation with Eric, yes?”
Me: “Yes.”
Super: <Grins widely. Let’s me enter.>
I don’t know what I just said yes to.
What is Love
Love is when you can comfortably express to him, in precise and vivid detail, exactly what this stomach bug is doing to your digestive tract.
Sassy Pedicurist: M.I.A.
(Part of the Sassy Pedicurist series)
Many people have been asking me what has happened to Sassy Pedicurist, as we haven’t heard from her in a while.
I’m not quite sure. I have had my nails done many times in the past several months, and she has not been at the salon. She used to be there almost every single time, and now she has virtually disappeared. It’s as though she sensed that I found a man, and now her work here is done.
I’m starting to question if she ever even existed.
Harder
When I pulled up a map and showed Eric the various locations he can cheer for me during the Philly marathon on Sunday, he jokingly sighed and said, “You know, this day is turning out to be much harder for me than it will be for you.”
Then he got up off the couch and went out to pick up some ice.
To put on his face.
Because I kicked him in it.
Proof
When I won tickets to last night’s Adele concert at Radio City Music Hall via a congratulatory email, I was certain it had to be fake. I never win ANYTHING. The email said I had 8 hours to respond with a copy of my ID and a signed affidavit. I simply didn’t trust it.
“How do I know this is real? What if it’s ISIS?!” I asked Eric in a panic.
“You’re insane.” He replied. “The email is from Columbia Records. You entered through Adele’s website. It’s real.”
“But…but…how do you know for sure?!”
The email provided a number to call should I have any questions about the contest, so Eric suggested I call it. “But what would I even say to find out if it’s real?!” I said.
Exasperated, he took matters into his own hands and dialed the number himself. It rang once and someone picked up.
Person: “Columbia Records.”
Eric: “Hi, is this real?”
Person: “Yes.”
Eric: “Ok bye.”
Eric (to me): “It’s real.”
(It was real, though).
This is Exactly How I Want to Be Proposed To One Day
The heart wants what it wants.**
**side of waffle fries not pictured.
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