I Forgot, He Remembered
last night we went for dinner around eleven. on our way to the late night mexican restaurant we passed one that made me think. i thought for a bit, was this the restaurant that the boy and i visited for our first date?
so to be subtle i asked simply "have we gone to the rainbow before?". he responded "what!? you don't remember? that's where i first kissed you!"
he remembered. he remembered better than i did. especially since he has carefully forgotten that i was the one who kissed him. we were talking about his ex, who i had kissed. she had told him that i was a good kisser and he asked why i had never kissed him... so i leaned across the table and that's how it all started.
i hope i continue to look on that day fondly. today we watched the packers game on tv. they lost, horribly. i'm a recently converted packer fan [read here] but still it would have been horribly disappointing for anyone to watch. in response to the 'horribleness' we are now drinking, the boy & i are drinking.
well, it happens. these things happen all the time.
looking forward to tomorrow when my time on the computer isn't monitored closely by the boyfriend. tomorrow it will only be monitored by the company that supplies my pitiful paychecks...
