(I'm sure you can sub in baseball or basketball or hockey as well. But tis the season for pigskin.)
With Seth in Milwaukee for a long term stay, I'm growing accustomed to the everyday ways of my man. Such as: Attempting to drive through/park on the eastside during Jazz in the Park makes him cranky (um really, who doesn't get cranky then?) He enjoys critiquing my laundry skills (I sort to save pennies, not for laundress perfection).
And he's not so big on doing the dishes.
All things I can cope with. Like appointing him to laundry duty for the rest of our lives. I'll stick to the kitchen sink.
Saturday brought on something new and totally different to the world of my Southern Charmer: me + him + one room, during the University of Tennessee football game.
I've watched enough chick flicks to know that a woman's behavior during her man's sporting event can set the tone for the rest of the day. Attempt to engage him in a deep conversation about the state of your relationship when his team is down 14-17 on 1st & goal with 21 seconds left in the 4th quarter = -50 points. Refill his doritos and beer = +50 points.
But when UT was down with no hopes of rebounding, proper girlfriend protocol failed me. For me, a hug solves everything. For the arms waving Southern Charmer, there was no way to sneak a hug in without getting accidentally bonked in the head. And more beer and doritos would likely foil my hopes for a romantic dinner later.
For probably one of the first times in my adult life, doing absolutely nothing actually did something. Go figure.
(Note to women everywhere: next time your man's game is on and you'd rather be shopping but he froze your credit card in a block of ice in the freezer, grab an Entertainment Weekly and a safe spot on the couch. And insert random angry yells from time to time for extra bonus points).
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