I’m in like ya’ll. It might be love…you tell me.
We were on the phone last night, and I suggested we watch a movie on Netflix together. Sweet, right? Long-distance relationship and we’re sharing a “normal” moment.
What movie did I agree to watch? Rocky. Yes, made in 1976, starring Sylvester Stallone, Rocky.
Shhh, don’t tell anyone but I kind of liked it.
What will I be doing tomorrow night?
Watching the Giants game online while he watches it on ESPN or wherever. I’m not even sure what ESPN stands for…Everyone Supports Primitive Natures? No, that can’t be right.
If he still wants to speak to me after patiently explaining for the 17th time what a field goal is, we might be ok…and that was a joke, people. I know what a field goal is – it has something to do with the ball they use for hockey , right? (Kidding! Jeeez, give me a little credit.)
I haven’t made up a cute nickname for him yet, because I’m not ready to write about it. Mostly because I want to keep this little bit of wonderful amazingness (is that a word?) to myself.
But just know – he’s gotta be some kind of wonderful for me to watch Rocky and a football game in my lifetime, let alone in the same week.