Apparently, Brenda loves trotting me around.
Imagine that, huh?
I thought she was MY trophy, dammit!
And then she'll gauge other people's faces for reactions while I amble around looking for paper towel and cake mix or whatever...
Brenda: Did you see that woman?
Me: *turns from looking a the price of something* Huh?
B: She just looked at you like, "WHOO!"
Me: Uhhhh. Okay.
B: You really don't get it, do you?
Me: Get...what?
B: How incredibly good-looking you are.
Me: *same blank look and shrug I give everyone who says that* Not really.
B: I think that makes it even hotter!
For me, I guess the coolest part of it is being immediately recognized as a couple. Not two people who happen to be together, or two buds hanging out--but instantly and in no uncertain terms a joint entity. I've done a lot of dating and even more hanging out with a lot of different women in the past...and it's never been that way. You know--with people asking how the 'two of you' are doing. Or wishing a nice day to 'you both.' Never happened before.
Me: I love your soul more than anything. I love WHO you are.
B: You always say that after I talk about how attractive you are. It kinda makes me feel bad. As if I don't value that in you.
Me: I almost feel as if the rest of it's a given. A hot-looking younger girl with (a few geometric appendage descriptions I won't mention here) and all like YOU. Well, that's enough for a guy like me to want to keep you right there. It's almost as if I have to apologize for picking such a good one with all the
other reasons to choose you. Like I'm saying, "It's not just THAT" even though it could be.
Is it time to see her again yet?
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