lucy and desi

i absolutely melt when he accidentally talks about "our" future. words like "we" and "us" slip from his lips and i’m putty.

last night we went to the wildlife supper – kind of a social gathering / fundraiser for the eh hmm, Warnell School of Forestry and Natural Resources at the University of Georgia that he has a degree from in Wildlife Biology. i never use caps. anyway, i knew it was going to be interesting to say the least when i saw that the invitation said it was catered by the flattened fauna cafe. but there would be old classmates, professors, advisors, mentors there so i dutifully went as his arm ornament. (it was nice to be included).

he goes every year and it was fun. i didn’t get as adventurous as snapping turtle, raccoon, beaver, kangaroo, or black bear. but i did atleast try the elk sausage and had a venison burger. tried my best not to look prissy. shook a lot of rugged hands and flashed my smile. he doesn’t admit it, but he likes to show me off and he’s sweet about it so it always makes me feel special.

he kept saying "next year we’ll this" and "next year we’ll do that." he doesn’t mean to come on strong. we’ve only been dating four or five months. but he’s done with college and comfortable talking about the next step. i don’t encourage him. but i can’t hide the smile.

its so weird. what boy acts like this? he tells me he likes me living with him. per his request, we spent two hours at lowes picking out plants to put on the deck. (granted, that degree) but still.

i absolutely eat it up.

we also took the dogs and caught the end of the twilight races last night. it’s a bike race that they close the streets for downtown and all the bars set up on the sidewalk. athens is the quintessential college town so its really cool and the night was gorgeous.

he got cranky fast though from a long day and the added stress of having the dogs with us around so many people.

but of course i brought him home and took care of him. made the bed with freshly washed sheets (did laundry while he was at work), fixed a bag of ice for his busted up shin, made him take medicine, and tucked him in.

i guess i encourage his attraction to the domestic lifestyle. clean the house while he’s gone. make him lunch and dinner when he’s good.

but i don’t do it for his love like so many cliche and depressing couples. honestly i do it (and this may sound weird) to keep up with him. he’s better than i am about keeping the apartment clean. always fixes me breakfast. and makes sure i’m happy before he does anything else.

so we’re pretty ridiculous. and sorry if this entry is nauseating.