You’re welcome for my gift, readers. Now, clean that shit up.
So, it’s my boyfriend’s birthday this weekend (natch, all week by his standards), and we’re also closing out Cleveland Beer Week. I’ve requested a celebration entitled “Cleveland Cheese Week” for the week of my 33. That week also encompasses Cinco de Mayo, so it works, right? Queso: making birthday girls happy since the Mexican Revolution.
Be all that shit as it may, whoever thought that Arrogant Bastard would have become the Partner-in-Crime for whom I had (endlessly) searched. I know (and he noticed) that I don’t write about him much (aside from that-place-where-we-ate/drank/drunk-last night). Without question, I have found a partner (registered in the City of Cleveland, woot!) who has accepted All. Of. Me. from Day One, and who — just by his presence in my life — has truly created an all-over happiness I never imagined probable (oh, that’s called an orgasm? Heh.).
From the onset of our ritualistic dating schedule (actually far from normal… aww, we have a “meet cute”), we have (grossly) been inseparable. Our lives have always seemed to seamlessly and brilliantly merge together, with none of those silly insecurity fillers. He packed a bag on our first date, and he’s never left… well, technically, I eventually moved into his apartment, but you get the gist. He is the Wind Beneath My Wings (ie: wingman to pick up hot chicks in bars). He is the stabilizer of my blood pressure (and smartly, silently judges my neurotic freakouts over spiders, banking and work-related stress). He lets me cry in bars over (beers, and) impassioned conversations of family and the mentally ill (sadly, sometimes one-and-the-same). He makes me dinner (*endless swoon*) and cracks the whip when I need to wake up and “run” (*rawr*). He makes the coffee, yet doesn’t drink it. And learned early on that I am wholly unfunctional (ack, a Morning Zombie!) until I have even the tiniest of sips.
He realizes all it takes to calm my internal storm is a hug.
And a good poop joke.
I love him to pieces.
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October 23rd, 2009 at 2:17 pm
I absolutely love it.
October 23rd, 2009 at 5:39 pm
Cutest. Happy birthday to him!
October 25th, 2009 at 6:03 pm
And, he’s damn cute. Don’t forget about that.
October 26th, 2009 at 6:41 am
This is my favorite post….ever.
October 27th, 2009 at 9:02 am
Awwwwwwwwwwwww. I love me some schmoop… OCCASIONALLY, it needs to be done.
October 27th, 2009 at 1:25 pm
You spoiled him rotten
I hope he returns the favor BIG TIME when your Birthday comes around!
October 29th, 2009 at 9:58 am
Happy for ya, pal! Happiness is a good thing!
October 30th, 2009 at 10:12 am
Sounds like you finally found the one - very cool. You know it’s right when it’s just easy. However this post was missing one thing… a cute picture of the two of you! Upload immediately!
Also, can you tell us about your “meet cute”? How did you two meet? I’m assuming at a restaurant on E. 4th somewhere, but how did it go down? I HEART “how we met” stories!
October 30th, 2009 at 11:40 am
Perhaps I’ll upload a picture of us from Halloween. That way, his identity will be partially unexposed. LOL
Thanks for the idea though, Tara — I think I will do a “meet cute” post! While I did run into him in many of the E4th locations, that’s not how we first met.
January 2nd, 2010 at 12:48 pm
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