P.S. I love you too

Thursday, January 17, 2008

A few short weeks into my romance with The Fiance (who incidentally is walking around the house with a yellow thera-band tied around his head singing, "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me." How could I not love that?) we were driving to work when he looked at me and said, very plainly, "I love you too."

The prior conversation had nothing to do with love, nor had I said those three words of such importance, so I was perplexed at his exclamation. Perplexed and befuddled. And I really hid it well, being all sly-like.

The ten minutes after his innocent statement were filled to the brim with my rambling about saying "I love you" too early in a relationship and how I'd had bad experiences and really wanted to wait. And hoping that he didn't think I was being unkind, but rather just careful about not getting hurt. I went on and on. And on. I listed examples from my last relationship with Drunk Hands McGee and told him about how I wasn't even sure if I believed in love (I know, how he didn't marry me in that very moment I'll never know either) and really just dug myself a right pretty hole there. I was pretty close to the verge of tears because HELLO people, this was LOVE we were talking about and I was fah-reaking out.

He listened patiently, and with little expression showing on his face. I had visions of him dropping me off at work and never speaking to me again playing through my head. He was going to break up with me, I just knew it.

A few minutes of awkward silence after I finished my last lunatic-tic rant he looked at me and said, "Um, I meant that I love U2- the band that was playing on the radio. But that's good to know too."

And then I died. The coroner determined that it was death due to a foot being shoved all the way down my throat and out my ass.

6 comments:

Marriage-101 said...

That's a funny story! BTW, The C is for Cookie song is one of my faves. Oh and I also added you to my blogroll.

the queen said...

I think that may be one of the funniest things Ive ever read on a blog.

kim-d said...

Katie, I just love that. I went through a similar thing before Bill and I were married, only mine was a big rant about not needing him. All I can say is this, with us being the way WE are, it's a good thing they're the way THEY are (or were, in my case) :). I am certainly glad I'm not the only one who occasionally walks around with a foot protruding out her ass. Oh well, at least it doesn't leave much room for hemorrhoids! HAHAHA! Have I told you lately how glad I am that you and The Fiance have each other? I just love it when people are in love!

Asthmagirl said...

That is a hoot! Seriously!
I had pretty much the same convo with my husband, only it was in context... and it didn't do any good. I still fell in love and married him.

Nico said...

Katie, you are a genius and live the life of an epic heroine.

But maybe it's this event that turned him into your fiance in the first place?

Lanny said...

This is one of the funniest stories ever! :)