Today is the 9th anniversary of my first date with Matthew. To commemorate our dateaversary (as we like to call it), I thought I'd mention three things that happened on this weekend that reaffirmed that Matthew is indeed perfect for me.
Matthew said "We should do something really fun and romantic on Monday. Like maybe take a little road trip. What do you think - do you have any ideas?"
I replied with the first thing that popped into my mind: "How about the Salton Sea?"*
"That's perfect!" he exclaimed. Then he came over and kissed me on the cheek in honor of my awesome idea.
* the perversity of this is only clear when you know what the Salton Sea is. It is an ecological disaster - a lake so polluted its fish die en masse, filled with abandoned houses and shantytowns. It should be eerie and grim and it's 4 hours away. Super romantic.
I was driving and slowed to let jaywalkers cross the street. Said jaywalkers were a youngish couple and a dog. The dog was very small and fluffy and prissy looking and was prancing slowly and indirectly across the street while its mistress coddled it like it was her baby. After a few seconds of this, I yelled "GET YOUR PET RAT OUT OF THE STREET MOTHERFU*KER!!!!"
Instead of being annoyed or perplexed at my irrational anger, Matthew just looked at me and sweetly said "Don't talk about that man's girlfriend that way."
So not only does he tolerate my bitchiness, he ups the ante by saying even more evil things. YES!
We were walking in a nature center and we passed a large pond with a single lonely duck in it. Matthew pointed at the duck and said "Awww, look at that duck. He's all alone. He got left behind."
And I said "Yeah, he got left behind in the Duck ---"
"----Rapture" Matthew finished.
This one really blew my mind. When your mate can finish your sentence and the sentence in question ended in Duck Rapture, you know you have it made.
Love that guy. So today we're off holding hands and skipping at the Salton Sea. Two evil little trolls who are actually good people.