Two Wrongs Make A Right

I try not to get mushy too often, but when the man who is currently sprawled out in his underwear upside-down on the couch tells you that your silver eyeshadow makes you look like a "sexy disco angel," you start to thinking he could very well be The One.

This August marks 4 years of us being "together." My lack of record-keeping skills means we don't actually have an "anniversary," but it's usually recognized that the latter end of August 2007 was when we met, fell in love at first sight, then silently vowed not to reveal that little fact until two years later when we each felt the other wouldn't hold it against us. And by "usually recognized," I mean last year in August we went to Chelsea Market and bought a lot of cheese and bread and ate it all in one sitting and decided that was our anniversary "picnic" and this year we did the same.

We don't stand on ceremony here. There's not a lot to be said for "tradition" in this home. We kind of make it up as we go along. There are no expectations. And when there are no expectations, there are no disappointments. And when there are disappointments, no questions asked, it's put-on-your-shoes-I'm-taking-you-to-dinner.

I don't say it as much as I should, but my man is good to me. Not in a cliche'd R&B song kind of way. He saved me pizza from when his friends came over, made them sit on towels so as not to stain my precious sofa, and did make a valiant attempt to clean up the kitchen. Thoughtfulness. He works 6 days a week so that anytime I want something, it's mine. I pick the restaurants we go to. If I ever ask whether I can have something, go somewhere or fulfill a ridiculous whim, the response is the same: "Whatever delights you." I'm not shitting you, it's like The Princess Bride here!

I'm so proud of him. Over the last 4 years, I've watched him grow from a silly teenaged boy who lives off yellow Gatorade and marshmallow fluff and watches YouTube videos in his underwear for hours on end, to a mature and responsible adult who lives on Pop Tarts and Diet Coke and watches Hulu in his underwear for hours on end. In our four illustrious years together, we've travelled to Europe, moved up to Manhattan, and watched the following television serieses in their entirety: Arrested Development, Doctor Who, The 4400, American Dad!, Law & Order: SVU, and many more, I'm sure.

I can't believe it's been four years already. Time has just flown by. Who knows where the next four years will take us - San Francisco? The moon? Maybe we'll even finish watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But maybe not the seventh season. Cuz, you know, I love this guy.