Yesterday, it just so happened that I doled out a lot of dating advice. This is kind of ridiculous, as I haven’t been on a date in almost two years, but hey, I had my fair shake before that.
But this wasn’t what concerned me on my dreary bus ride home after work; Lord knows I adore giving out (solicited) advice by the handful. But it occurred to me, as I tried not to get motion sickness while the 43 wound its way through rush hour traffic… that I will, in all likelihood, never go on another date again. And that thought made me warm and fuzzy inside, like a dose of riot eggnog in a can.
(Sidebar – ohmygaw LOOK Always Sunny Fans!!!!!!)
And then, the crazy, estrogen-floweth–over woman in me took over, and I thought, But what if.
What if one of us dies from the plu?
What if he leaves me for someone who doesn’t blog about our bowel movements, or getting peed on by our cats?
What if Maxie and I finally become famous reality TV stars, and the fame totally goes to my head and I accidentally bone John Hamm (just a little bit!) at Diddy’s “White Party”, and B can never forgive me?*
These are the important questions, folks.
Meanwhile, on the side of my insane inner monologue, I was simultaneously gchatting with a friend to get through the gray and ohsomoist ride home. My ballet flats were soaked through and my cold little tootsies dreamed of a warm fire and a serious comfort meal. Anyhoodles, this happened:
5:45 PM me: it is unbelievable out herei just want to go home and crythat’s how gross it is5:48 PM Lexa: noothat makes me sadin the nethersme: yesi hope B made grilled cheese and tomato soupbecause that is ALL I WANT
Finally home, I picked up a package at my building’s office- a surprise present for B- and trudged upstairs to find a nice bottle of red and shiny bigass wine glass sitting on the foyer table waiting for me.
“Awwww, honey! You are the best in the world!” I called, and made my way into the kitchen. “Here, I got you a little something…”
Without even looking at the package, he beamed at me and said, “Always Sunny Christmas movie?!”
“Uh, YES, actually,” I replied. Then I looked down at the frying pan, where he was cultivating what looked like the most delicious sandwich in the world.
“Um, baby?” As I took in the panini, the soup humming in the microwave, I looked at him in awe. “Are you… are you making grilled cheese?”
“And tomato soup,” he replied. Wait for it… “AND French fries!”
I died. I went to heaven.
And I knew, as I have a thousand times before, that this?
Is absolutely PERFECT, and I am one lucky sumbitch.
*Besides, John Hamm is totally on my “LIST”, so B couldn’t break up with me for that anyway. Boo yah!
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How sweet.
This should be a lesson to all your other lady readers on what kind of relationship THEY can have if they just go bi, let their boyfriend watch, and once in a while go ass-up.
Magical.
Just another Tuesday.
(KIDDING, MOM)
Ah he’s so lovely! AND grilled cheese and tomato soup is probably my most favouristist combo in the world!
There are few things better on a sick or rainy day.
Well, I’m officially jealous.
And I sort of hate you now.
Sorry…
Totally cool.
P.S. There was proscuitto in the grilled cheese.
God, I’m such an a-hole.
So? I eat grilled cheese and fries every day.
Then you, my friend, have taken away the SPECIALNESS of it! Fail!
B does sound pretty awesome. I’m a little jealous. Maybe he should have a talk with my husband.
Actually, I’m pretty sure we should never, ever go into any kind of relationship counseling…
I’m jealous.
But a part of me knows that the Boy will exactly be the same way in a year.
So yeah.
Also, love you for loving grilled cheese samwich and tomato soup because that is my FAVE.
There is NOTHING better on a day like yesterday.
I totally love grilled cheese and tomato soup. I haven’t had the combo for ages. Dip the sandwich in the soup. Yum. You certainly are a lucky sumbitch.
Dreary day here, I know what I am having for lunch.
Seriously. It heels all wounds.
What a great guy! Totally worth it.
Agreed, 100%.
Can you send him down here to give some lessons to my hubby? Wait…if you are in DC, when hubby is there for work next week, I’ll send him to your house. Thanks!
You know they’ll just end up watching football and drinking tall boys.
you guys are a match made in sunny heaven.
Mmmmmm. Sunny.
Also heaven.
Aw, that’s great. I gagged a little, but you know it’s that really good kind of gagging.
I’ll take it!
tmit a day early…excitemas!
You should be
Maybe I’m just jealous, but I’m confused by what a grilled sandwich was doing in a frying pan…
Um… how do you make your grilled cheese? I am equally confused.
Jay Reply:
November 24th, 2009 at 10:17 am
So, grilled cheese sandwiches.? I was under the impression this was what we would call a toasted cheese sandwich, in which case I would cook it in either a sandwich toaster or under a grill. Otherwise wouldn’t it be a fried sandwich?
Hmmmm. Technically, I suppose. All I know is that it’s delicious, and a grilled cheese in a toaster would be very, very messy.
Last night, Steve told me about a work meeting with his boss yesterday where he had a grilled cheese and lobster sandwich. Since then, and now after reading this, I am reeeeeeeallly wanting grilled cheese!
Three words, my dear: Make. It. HAPPEN.
People are going to think we gchat all day, every day….wait…
Ummmmm…
Aww. Tell B to please stop setting the standards so high for all the other guys because the boy would never think to do that. And now I’m annoyed with him for something he doesn’t even know about and can’t really fix. Sigh.
Tell me he at least leaves his wet towel on the floor or something…
Beer caps. EVERYWHERE.
If Hamm is on your list it sounds like you’ve got your bases covered! Man, grilled cheese and tom soup sound amazing right now. And it’s 8:19 in the am.
It’s like breakfast… it’s good ANYTIME.
Aww so sweet of B!
He’s a good egg.
So, um, I make the best grilled cheese. True statement. It has three or four kinds of gooey yummy cheese and a secret ingredient or two. Mmmmm…
And grilled cheese and tomato soup is AUTUMN FOOD. Period. I want to eat it like everyday. Oh, in other news, it’s only finally sort of kind of dropping below 70 degrees here during the day. So yeah, it’s not winter yet.
That and a good, hearty chili. Heaven.
oh he’s SUCH a keeper!!
of course if he’d put cheese and gravy on those fries it would have been cause for a little more “appreciation” if yaknowwhatimean
Hahaha! Well the fries themselves were bonus enough, I’d say…
You are one lucky beetch. I wish I had someone around to make grilled cheese for me. Dammit. Also, congrats on your DC Blogs gig!
Thank you! I’m stoked.
All the more proof that “You’ll know him when you see him.”
Corny as hell, but ohsotrue.
Excellent choices for DCBlogs! You have a good man – can we clone him?
Thank you! And sure- as long as you’re verrrrrrrrry careful with the *important* bits…
An evening like that means he’s cheating.
j/k
He’s really gay.
WTF, dude? Really?
Grilled cheese and tomato soup is one of the ALL time best combos EVAH! That’s our go to meal when neither of us feel like doing any real cooking. Also, I now know what we’re having for dinner tonight. Thanks.
You are OH so welcome. And you won’t be sorry.
Gotta love a man who knows what his lady needs. Bwahaha! I just totally called you a lady. Rolling on floor laughing!
Kidding. Love you! Mwah!
Biatch!
Wait, who am I kidding?
Ohhh, sighhh. I love love. Call me a schmoop. A romantic. Whatever. I don’t care.
You and B are oh so lucky to have one another. And grilled cheese and wine and french fries and farts and crazy cats, too, of course. Because really, what would your relationship be without all of that thrown in?!?!
Happy Thanksgiving, lady!
I’m not sure what I’m more jealous of – coming home to a meal like that, or the fact that you already have the Always Sunny Christmas special….
Seriously, tough call.
I’ll tell you after we watch it on Turkey Day…
I love it when that happens! I do love the warm fuzzy feelings, the “how bright my future looks” feeling. Thats when you know its right:)
PS….John Hamm is on my list too!! God Damn!
PPS…..What about that finale!!!!!??? I have no one in my real life to talk about it with. I died and went to heaven during that episode. I started off with my mouth closed and by the end my jaw was on the floor. Okay, I FINALLY told someone how I felt about it. I should have did a postsecret
It’s not too late!
B makes you exactly what you want for dinner without you asking AND pours you wine.
My wife has to be dragged off the couch and forced into the kitchen to heat up a can of beans in the microwave.
See what nine years of “till death do you part” will do to a couple?
But I got his drinks for the rest of the night. See? Compromise!
Uh oh! You got schmoopy on us again…..it’s ok. We totally agree. You and B are perfect together!
It does happen from time to time. Maybe I have the plu!
Um, okay. Where’d you find your boyfriend?
Drunk in an Irish bar. I highly recommend it.
Penny Lane Reply:
November 24th, 2009 at 11:44 am
Ha! Thats where I found mine too
See??
Cheryl Reply:
November 25th, 2009 at 7:00 am
I’ll have to try that. Meeting men in sexaholics anonymous just doesn’t do it for me anymore. Must be gettin old.
..I’m kidding.
.. That sounded like a joke right?
.. Because it really is.
Wow, I’m kind of amazed! DD is getting good at these things, but not THIS good! And I am a complete and total fail. I’ve spent the last hour agonizing over what to get him for Christmas, only to come up empty handed. Mind Reading FAIL.
I’m a little stumped on that one too… we should brainstorm together!
This just reminds me that I keep going home after work instead of hitting up Best Buy for that Always Sunny DVD. That’s uh….um….what’s that word?*
By the way, I don’t think wine already in a can would be as good as wine from a box poured into a can. Just sayin’.
*The word I’m looking for is, of course, “preposterous.”
You are SO right. And it can’t be an actual vintage- it has to be something like “Delicious Red”.
BeckEye Reply:
November 25th, 2009 at 12:19 am
I loved that the brand of wine they drank was “Zuko.” Mmmm, mmm. Tastes like Danny Zuko.
By the way, just picked up the Christmas DVD tonight. But we’re saving it for post-Thanksgiving meal watching.
OMG. B is a mind reader! That is awesome! And I would kill for some grilled cheese right about now. Yum. When is lunch??? Unfortunately Wade would never do that for me b/c he is NOT a mind reader. He is like the opposite of mind reader. Clueless. Seriously. How hard can it be to read my mind and know that I want a flipping grilled cheese?
Also, THANK you for commenting on my friends blog for the formula donations. You are too cool for school.
Luvs! <3
SHE is too cool for doing it! xoxo
Any guy who makes grilled cheese and tomato soup
AND french fries — is 100% a keeper.
115%, I’d say.
favorite comfort food. grilled cheese and tomato soup.
second favorite. meatloaf, smashed taters, and corn.
heaven.
You had me at meatlo-.
Wow!! B is the greatest and you are definitely one lucky sumabich! lol
And don’t I know it.
holy hell, that is FANTASTIC!! Definitely a keeper!!! My fiance does the same things all the time and its freaky b/c I never thought it could be that good and then he goes and makes it better.
ok, I just made myself throw up a little.
We made each other throw up, so we’re even!
I would totally “accidentally” have sex with Jon Hamm. Yum.
Oops, I “fell” over!
Wait a minute, I am confused. There are people out there that really DON’T blog about their bowel movements?
Nobody on my sidebar, that’s for sure!
This is what I like about you.
Awww, smart man. Don’t you just love those moments?
Yes… yes I do.
Awwwww. That is so cute. And I totally hate when my tootsies get wet, then I just wanna lie in bed forever.
I know. I need a space heater next to the couch.
MMM grilled cheese nom nom nom. AND French fries? I don’t think Jon Hamm would do that… My stomach is eating itsself and i would KILL for less.
Congrats on being a contributor to the DC Blogs!
Thanks so much, hon!
First thing first… RIOT EGG NOG IN MY BELLY PLEASE!!!
2nd, I have wine in a can trumped: http://justjp.wordpress.com/2009/04/27/jp-goes-classy/
3rd, when are we watching the x-mas special?
I already own it, obviously… so we just need a plan!
Never underestimate the awesomeness of a man who can make a fine grilled cheese sammich, that’s what I always say. And if he has a spidey sense for when it’s needed all the better.
Put an ankle monitor on that one, kid, lest some wily vixen attempts to steal your bounty.
I ain’t worried. I’m the only one he’s making grilled cheese sandwiches for.
Ummmm I WILL be looking at my computer on Thursday because my poor deprived self lives in Canada… so get your ass on there and say hi! Ooops… I mean, may I come over for thanksgiving dinner?
You’ve got a keeper!
It’s funny how things click and we realize HEY we do have it good even though sometimes we just want to strangle them
Poor deprived my ass. You got yours a month ago!
What’s great about this is, not only do you appreciate the little things, you adore them. The both of you do. It’s very special to read about.
How can you not?? There were THREE KINDS OF CHEESE.
How is it that I can get so warm & fuzzy over someone ELSE’S grilled cheese sammich?
Your honey rocks!! And you do too, for picking up a surprise present for him also. Warm fuzzies all ’round!
Awwww. Thanks hon!
What happens at a Diddy White Party stays at a Diddy White Party.
Remember that!
I shall get it tattoed.
Okay, and you are not married because???
(kidding, kidding)
(not kidding, get married already!!!)
Marriage is for old people. We’re just two wild and crazy kids!
The boyfriend & I don’t have a “list.” It’s just too darn easy to sleep with celebrities. Truly. Well, at least professional athletes, pornstars and local celebrities.
That being said, I AM allowed to sleep with a virgin, if I ever find one because I’ve never taken a guy’s virginity. But, really… who the hell wants to sleep with a virgin?
I bet he’d fingerbang the hell outta your… jeans.
AWWW!!!!! I am in LOVE heaven for you! That is the best ever, a man who knows you so well, he’s got it all for you when you get home! *lets out big sigh*
It is so nice when life is just SIMPLE like that.
so sweet!!!!!!!
you’ve got a good one:)
I cannot deny.
Cylons cannot cook, so… yeah.
I guess that makes this a win, then!
Awwwww. B is the best boyfriend!!
Well, today, anyway.
aww too cute. so happy for you lady. and now i want a fucking grilled cheese.
It’s truly the best when your better half knows exactly what you want and has it ready for you (I’m talking food here).
Grilled cheese + tomato soup = heaven
That story is AMAZICAL. I love me some of that warm fuzziness. Grilled cheese and hot mean foreva!
Not to disparage the wonderfullness or Cylonness aspect, but how tough is it to decide that on a cold, windy, rainy, crappy day that anybody wouldn’t want a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.
aw yay for good boyfriends and grilled cheese. i mean you can’t go wrong with grilled cheese!
I almost fell onto the floor when I opened the canned wine ad. Sinkgirl and I have been drinking boxed wine in honor of Always Sunny lately. Its just more fun. Wonder if boxed wine sales are up, kinda like Merlot bombed after Sideways and pork farmers are going out of business because of the piggy flu. Hmm, the power of Sunny. . .
Awwwww schmoop!! So glad you have a man who loves you so. You totally deserve it my dear.
(Sidenote: I would like me some Gerard Butler because he’s, how you say, HAWT.)
SHUT THE F*CK UP RIGHT NOW!!! wine in a can! i dieeeee! and an always sunny christmas…do i smell a perfect stocking stuffer or what?! and then to top it off with one of my all time favorite meals…grilled cheese and tomato soup! ugh. yea he’s awesome!
Isn’t it freaking fantastic when the men in our lives can read our minds?
So jealous… I wish my hubby was psychic… the only time he knows what I’m thinking is if my stomach growls loudly and he asks “you hungry?” To which I reply yes, and he says “well, go get something to eat. And bring me something too!” Loser.
BAH! I am so jealous. Seriously. If he knows anyone just.like.him. send him down to Richmond, kthanks.
Lucky girl.
That is so, so sweet! What a great guy
Awwwww! Sweetie cute cute wrapped in warm fuzzies and covered in a Snuggie! Both of you.
I love those days when people seem to just know what you need!
just the fact that you are boning at Diddys white party is awesome. The end.
Definitely best boyfriend, u lucky gal!
That is so awesome how well he knows you! You are one lucky girl, so don’t doubt your relationship!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your wonderful loving man!
~ Jen
AND FRIES?!
i am jealous.
my boy is good… yours is psychic. and awesome.
and prosciutto grilled cheese and tomato soup?! DANK.
Awww. I get those moments with the hubby too sometimes
It’s always funny because I’m a bit of a cow and think the worst before he surprises me with the best.
I am totally ESPing Spouse right now to ensure that the very same meal with wine is on the stovetop upon my return home from work. If I leave now, and he starts now, he will have timed the meal perfectly. Happythoughtshappythoughtshappythoughts …
You’re cute. You should probably make a rule though that includes fame and potential accidental boning. We have a deal that says he can accidentally do Avril if I’m allowed to accidentally do Owen Wilson or the guy that played Harold in Harold and Kumar. I think it will save our marriage in the end.
I love your boyfriend. Mine made me macaroni and cheese tonight- my favorite.
YUMMY.. SOUNDS SO DELISH!!!!
grilled cheese and tomato soup…
… oh whata man u got!!!!
happy thanksgiving!!!
Nothing better then coming home to a glass of wine waiting for you…except of course to nothing better then tomato soup and grilled cheese. You are one lucky girl!!! Happy Thanksgiving! Congrats on the writing gig! XXOO lori
You’re lucky. HE’S lucky.
I shouldn’t have read this tonight, I’m totes emotionally cutting.
On that note haha..
Happy Thanksgiving hooker. Thankful for you.
Congrats on the new post, maybe now my blog will get recognized
Awww.
Boys are good sometimes, especially when the feed us.
Your boyfriend is a psychic! Now we must clone him!
Now THAT is love.
B should come on here and give lessons to all our men. I’d make the Hubs read it. haha
B might actually be a cylon who can read your mind, but I’d definitely take that over someone who is inconsiderate and doesn’t care any day!
Congrats on the new DC Blogs gig!
I think he’s just cloned your phone so he gets all the same text messages that you do.
I’ve missed my RiLu!!!
B is def a cylon. You can be Sharon or Six. I hate the others. Die. Die. Oh please come back, I’m lost without my BSG.
So glad he read your mind. You two are perfect for each other. I just love it.
Have an awesome Thanksgiving, hon!
This is a beautiful story! I was going to ask you if Lexa called B and passed on your wish – but realized that may make it sound like I was trying to cheapen it. No way… I was just thinking it meant you have a great friend AND boyfriend
You deserve it. Have a blessed and very happy thanksgiving.
this made me a little sad/happy and insanely jealous all at once. i can only hope my own B is out there somewhere…
B really is perfect for you. Just plan a few date nights with him every month and you’ll be all set!
French fries are my weakness! If a guy (or just anyone in general) made me french fries just because, you could consider me won over for sure.
B needs to write some kind of “How to be an Awesome Sauce Boyfriend” book. =)
Gotta love a guy who cooks for you like that. But you’re one of a kind too, so he’s also lucky!
Anyhoo, the “white party” reference made me giggle :p
Dude, B needs to use those awesome psychic powers and give me some lottery numbers. OR, Stone Phillips’ home address. Either, or.
93 comments on your blog post, a sweet telepathic hubby AND fries with that?! O.o
Awww. You are so lucky to have snagged yourself a Cylon. Way to go, girl!
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