Love, blah blah blah

Him: Hi, here are the olives.
Me: Oh, thanks so much for bringing those.
Him: No problem. You've got nacho cheese on your shirt.
Me:Oh, umm.
Him: (stare)
Me:(stare)
Nacho Cheese: I'm exploding on the stove. Look at me! I'm exploding.

The conversation ended there because I had to start stirring the cheese again. We have now exchanged what my roommate calls, "a handful of words."

In other news, I have the relationship maturity of a twelve-year-old.

Everyone seems to be posting stuff about love. So here's my post about love.

My post about love.

Part 1

18 years ago, I liked Brian Orme. (His best friend, Clint Chastain, liked me. I hated Clint Chastain because he had an ugly blond tail and he was fat.) One day, Brian and I discussed our relationship while we were kept after school in second grade for losing my teacher's bell. Brian told me he liked Angel Ashbaker the most, but that he liked me second. I wasn't at all offended, because I was like, "Well, yeah. Angel Ashbaker. That's a given." Angel had beautifully teased brown hair and wore stirrup pants way before any of the rest of us. On top of that, she was already into Wilson Phillips. So, I just assumed Brian liked her best and was pleased that he liked me at all. Nothing came of any of this. In high school, Brian became popular and Angel became pregnant. (I don't think the two incidents were related.)

Part 2

In September, I got some new digs. One of the guys in my new digs is Beau, whom we will refer to as "Bo." Bo plays baseball, and he's hot, and in the future the two of us will date. Currently, I am working on beginning a conversation with him. So far he has said three words to me and I have said one word back. Him: "Here's the mayo." Me: "Thanks." Tomorrow I'm getting my hair cut, and I think this will create a turning point in our relationship.



the end