Yesterday, my relationship hit the 6 month mark. I’ve been with this amazing girl, in a relationship, for half a year now. I’ve known her way longer than that, but still the day bears noting. The picture doesnt do it justice. This smart, funny, talented woman picked me. Mind you she’s wearing my “Lime In The Coconut” shirt, holding a beer, and sitting next to a barbecue grill, but this is indicative of just a few of the things that make her Miss Awesome.
I honestly cant imagine being anywhere else, with anyone else. She makes sense, balances me out, and most importantly, she puts up with me when I’m tired, A.D.D., frustrated, sniffly, surly, and not at my best. She takes me as I am, even when I torment her with Mr. Jinx, the foul mouthed puppet I found at Target.
My amazing girl appreciates the nerd things in life. She appreciates why I enjoy video games, computers, and snowboarding. She understood my sentiment when for Valentines day, I gave her a circuit board heart, that I spent several hours soldering components to, so it would blink when she turned it on. She sees the intrinsic value in a twinkie, and knows why rubber chickens are funny. She road tripped all the way to Seattle with me, so I could go christmas shopping at Archie McPhee, because I love that place. She squeals and shoots back when I attack her with Nerf darts, yet wont walk more than ten feet with me without holding my hand. When I bought a winter coat, she repeatedly mentioned that I was handsome devil, while I struggled to find the words to tell her that I cant take my eyes off her.
As time passes, I lose a little more of my hair, and a little less of my stomach, yet she continues to get prettier. She appreciates my need to sit in front of the computer and read the news and my RSS feeds, and always smiles when I make her coffee, knowing that the only reason I keep a coffee maker and coffee in the house is because its for her. She’s keen on my moods and my nuances, and knows that when I’m having a bad day, surprising me with packets of hard to find kool-aid flavors will cheer me up. She chastises me for wanting that damned Boba Fett hoodie Mark Ecko sells, and then periodically asks me if I’m ever going to get it, because she knows how much I like it. She puts up with me when we go shopping, because I cannot leave a store without checking the toy aisle. She text messages me after work, to wake me up, so I can come downtown and have drinks with friends, because she knows that regardless of how tired I am, I need it, and she’s right. And of course, she almost never fails to be sitting next to me at the Tiki Bar on Fridays.
She professes an enjoyment in watching me play absorbing and sometimes violent video games, and then decides to play them herself. She’s discovered the stress relief of sitting in front of the tv and killing pixels. I let her order first at restaurants, and more often than not, she orders exactly the same thing I was going to order. In the car the other night, we both burped, at exactly the same time, in the same pitch, for the same amount of time.
She steals my old t-shirts, my snack cakes, my xbox controller, and most importantly, she’s stolen my heart. Every now and then, the internet topic “how to date a geek” pops up with tips for the ladies about how to find, date, and understand/keep a keep for a boyfriend. My girl needs no pointers, lessons, or tips. She has this topic nailed.
My girlfriend is pretty damned awesome. All of you motherfuckers should be jealous.
(Mr. Jinx still thinks he has a shot at winning her heart and stealing her away from me. The furry blue bastard is in for a fight. He may be the Muppet Show answer to Don Juan, but I saw her first.)
