Six Months

Soooo, yesterday was the six month mark for my relationship with Kentucky boy. To celebrate such a momentous occasion, we decided to spend the evening together watching a movie. And for my anniversary present, I got to choose which movie.

Scott: So did you want to do something tonight?
Me: (trying to sound nonchalant) Oh, yeah I guess so.
Scott: So what do you want to do?
Me: I don't know.
Scott: Why don't we watch a movie at my place?
Me: Ok what movie?
Scott: You can choose, whatever you want.

At this point, a completely wicked look came over my face, and I started rubbing my hands together with devilish anticipation of the possibilities. Because I am a nice person, and to give myself grounds to argue with him later when he opposed my choice, I sweetly asked "Any movie?" Poor kid, he didn't even see it coming. "Yeah, whatever you want" he said back. It was a good thing this entire conversation took place over the phone, because if he had seen the evil look in my eyes, he may have changed his mind, and took off running.

A little over a half an hour later, I showed up on his doorstep with a sticky sweet smile on my face and a movie in my hands. With glee, I held out my intended choice and shouted "We are going to watch Mama Mia!" and then started dancing around crazily. In the midst of my celebratory dance, I paused long enough to see his eyes glaze over with that "deer in the headlights" look. He quietly gulped out a faint "ok" while attempting to hide his obvious look of terror. He didn't even give me the chance to use his previous words against him and argue that he said I could chose whatever I wanted, he just dropped his shoulders in willing defeat, poor boy. So while I was congratulating myself on how well trained I have him, and thinking of the beautiful combination chick flick/musical that I had decided to inflict upon my willing victim, I had a twinge of guilt come over me. Obviously I have an enough of an appreciation for Merryl Streep and ABBA songs that I was wanting to watch it, but was I a bad girlfriend for not taking pity on the pain this would cause a guy? A second look at his face confirmed it. He was desperately trying to smile at the prospect of a sing-along chick flick. My sails of glory deflated in a nano second.

So we ended up watching Hope Floats that evening, sappy enough to satiate my chick flick appetite and funny enough to keep him entertained. Does anyone else appreciate the part where the kids are discussing the bully who is going to beat up Bernice? The cousin Travis says "She even has a gang, it's called Big Delores." For some reason, this struck me as incredibly funny, and all day at work I have been asking co-workers if they want to be in my gang. It's called Awesome Kristi.