Have you SEEN me?

Formerly Not So Much. . .the daily musings of a 26-year-old PYT whose self-love is superceded only by her obnoxiously endearing ability to remind you at all times just how fabulous she is. Guys too stupid to realize how lucky they are to be graced with her presence? Woman with 4-pack abs climbs onto the elliptical trainer next to her? Arrives at Chick-Fil-A at 10:37, only to learn she has missed her opportunity for a chicken biscuit? She throws all these setbacks off with disdain. . .after all, have you SEEN her??

Monday, November 01, 2004

THAT'S More Like It

My boyfriend is fantastic. Really. We didn't fight ALL weekend, not even just a little. Friday night, we went out with his friend. We drank. We talked. We people watched. We got tipsy. We ended the night at the Taco Bell drive-thru. Chalupas, yum. Saturday AM, the tile-layers at his roommate's house were trying their best to keep me awake. I succumbed to the fitful half-sleep that I could get. TJ got up. He comes in about 10:15, all sweaty. "What have you been doing?" I asked. "I got up and washed my car," he said, "couldn't sleep." So, when he told me it was 10:15, I got up and quickly dressed, knowing that I had time to make it to Chick Fil A before the 10:30 chicken biscuit whistle sounded. In the meantime, TJ disappeared.

Yup. He was on his way to Chick Fil A already. He brought me back a biscuit and hash browns, unsolicited, no instructions necessary. He said, "I've never seen a biscuit make someone so happy." And previously, when I discovered his absence, when I went outside to see if his car was there. . .yup. He'd washed my car too. He's the sweetest.

We went to the Jacksonville Landing and hung out all day and watched the Georgia Florida game when it came on. We ate wings at Hooters and watched the Dawgs FINALLY win. I had to defend my sweet in the orange shirt against the onslaught of the catty girls next to us who asked if he was wearing ORANGE?! disdainfully. Wrapping my red and black arms around him, I said, "no it's ok, he's with me." "Oh ok, whew! As long as he's with you," they said they would let it slide. His team, Miami, got beat. . .to a 3 and 4, unranked team. Ouch! I still convinced him to go to the Halloween party his friends were throwing, for a bit, although we were tired for drinking all day. Yesterday, we vegged. We went to see the Grudge. More on that later. . .

But really, weekends like this remind me that even when we fight, it's all worth it. We heart each other an awful lot.

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