Confessions
So Friday night Mike made me dinner and took me out for a movie. It was so sweet somewhere in China puppies were choking. He let it slip that he made a test batch the day before (awww) and he was wearing a button-down shirt. A couple of weeks ago he mentioned about how his parents had "shirt days" where he and his brother had to wear buttoned shirts and every since then he and his brother have always hated shirts. So he made couscous and chicken and was wearing a button-down shirt and I was smiling because I knew how much effort he put into it. Guys are so transparent sometimes.
He was adorably nervous and I didn't help chattering about starting my own porn company and snacking on the greek salad till he started tapping me on the knuckles with a wooden spoon. mwahahahaha and we went out and watched the Constant Gardner with some of his friends then hit a bar on Crescent and had a few beers. The bar was pretty cool, it had some big lizard in a glass aquarium behind the bar and pacman and M paid for my beer. I'm getting better at this guys paying for me thing but it's still kind of a shock to me. I still sneak money into their backpockets though because I hate it when guys pay for me, there's a certain feeling of indebtedness involved that I don't like.
So here's where the embarassing part comes in. A week ago M came over and we made breakfast. I made pancakes and burnt them. Then the week after I made muffins. Unfortunately i had bought some hippie organic muffin mixes and those damn hippies had included bran flour. The muffins turned out all halfcooked and crap, because bran muffins are the nastiest muffins in the world. So...now..for my one time to redeem myself...I make cookies. M comes over, I open up the stove and...SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM. Hahahahahaha it was great! I was on the floor laughing, Jess was rolling her eyes waving halfheartedly at the firealarm and M was just looking...bemused? Let's just put it this way, he's never coming to dinner when I'm cooking ;)
Though sadly, things seem to be winding up. M is such a great guy but there's no va-va voom sigh. WHY aren't I attracted to the nice guys?? They're so incredible too
