Where'd My Dork In Tin Foil Go?

Hey guys! I'm sorry that I haven't written in like a thousand years, but things came up.

Okay. I lied, but only partly. I was busy. I was in the hospital for two days in fact, but that was then and this is now. I couldn't find anything remotely interesting to write about. Perhaps this is what they call "Writer's Block"?

But alas, I am back with new inspiration!

So after I got my braces tightened, I had to take the bus home; for some reason against the laws of physics it started hailing. Yes hailing, while it was like 30 degrees out and while the sun was beating down upon the earth. So in hopes of taking shelter, I ran to Pacific Mall, which just happened to be across the street.

Michael being the amazing person he is, met me there and we ordered some cheap Vietnamese take out we'd never heard of.

When all of a sudden this couple walks by and the girl just happens to wearing a micro mini skirt 3 sizes too small, leopard print heels and a transparent white tee that seemed to be restraining her oxygen intake. So Michael does this double take and watches as the girl walks by.

I, of course, being the jealous and offended person I was, smacked his arm and told him the horror stories of what would happen to him if he ever looked at someone as desperate as she was to recapture her youth again (cause I'm not gonna lie, she wasn't young anymore and gravity hasn't been kind to certain parts of her body).

Michael looked at me, his eyes part outraged and part offended, but his face was yet again twisted into that cute little question mark; I could feel my face twist into a question mark.

Had I assumed wrong?

Yes. Yes I did. Because as soon as I hit him, Michael turned to look at me and said "What? I was just looking at that guy's jeans. They're really nice. I wonder where he got them."

That's right people, Michael wasn't looking at the desperately skanky woman. He was looking at the man.

I'm not quite sure which scenario bothers me more: whether he was watching the woman, who which gravity nor the other powers of the Earth were very kind to, or whether he was watching the man, or to be more specific his butt swaying in really nice jeans as he walked.

I learned something that day. Michael isn't perfect. But when I think about it, neither am I. My knight in shining armour turned out to be some dork in tin foil. You know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe we're not the perfect couple. Perhaps we're pretty odd. As long as he's willing to be imperfect with me, that's my definition of being perfect.

You're (not so) Daily 5:
1. I once jumped out of a second story window as a dare in 7th grade. I was drunk at the time and I loved the feeling of not knowing where my skin ended, and where the night began.
2. I once drove my daddy's boat when we went fishing, but with supervision from my dad.
3. My pet hamster died on Christmas Eve when I was in 8th grade.
4. I saw someone get stabbed in a Footlocker, while I was trying on these awesome pair of converse.
5. Shopping is my passion. If it were a sport, I would be holding the equivalent of Stanley Cup in my arms. Right now.

Ciao.