Saturday, October 05, 2002

Fun. I made three things for dinner last night. The first two recipes were from the St. Bridget's cookbook- Brocoli Cheddar Casserole, and Japanese Peanut Pasta. The third thing I made as a sort of a snack while we watched the movie was a cheeseball recipe I got from BUST Magazine's Homegirls issue in which they interviewed actress and domestic goddess Amy Sedaris (Strangers With Candy). The cheese ball is different in that it uses gouda and cream chese rather than yucky pimento and cheddar. I couldn't stop snacking on it, and the Better Half loved my brocoli casserole. THe pasta was pretty good too, a bit heavy though, since it was 16oz of sauce on 8 oz. of pasta. We topped it off with The Plantation Blush from the Williamsburg Winery.

We sat down on the couch to watch Dracula 2000. Okay, I wanted a scary movie, thinking along the lines of something really scary, a la The Shining, or The Omen, in which I could find an excuse to sit close to the Better Half. But earlier, as the Better Half and I were discussing plans, he gleefully lobbied for Drac as something he always wanted to see, since he isn't a real horror fan. I figured since the night was about the both of us together, I could deal, since he was so excited to see the movie. I quickly learned a new thing about my Better Half that he really hates horror, so much so that he wouldn't turn some of the lights off until the cornball factor of the movie was so blatant we ended up cracking on it a la Mystery Science Theater 3000. After a few glasses of wine, I was a bit tispy, and the movie was so cheesy, I fell asleep. I woke up a bit later, and felt so happy, wrapped in the big arms of the man I adore. I knew that this was what I wanted for the rest of my life.

In the Frequently Asked Questions of my life, #2 FAQ following the usual stuff about the job, people ask about the big M for me and the Better Half. Sure, we have discussed it from time to time. I still avoid the topic like the plague though, from all the years of Cosmo training in which you've been brought up not to discuss it in great detail your men in that it could put pressure on him and thus jeopardize the relationship. So I practice restraint to not screw up a good thing. After almost two and a half years together, we brush on the subject by saying, "I don't know if I'm ready yet."

Last night I told him, "I want to. And I'm ready."
"Yeah?" he smiled, kissed my forehead, squeezed me a little tighter. "Good."
To be continued.

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