I Got More Than 30 Minutes

Last night, Cowboy asked me out on a date. A breakfast date. He wanted me to meet him at this super cute french like eatery that serves breakfast all day and does a kick ass weekend brunch. You know, all bright and shiny at 7:30am.

I kind of am not doing mornings this week. I decided to take a vacay. Sleep in, work out for an hour, cook, watch Oprah (haven't done that, yet), go on the occiasional interview and well just be. At least for a week. You know, before it got all scary looking. Because let me tell you the scariest thing about being unemployed: your bank account statement. The realization that it's not going to increase next Wednesday (your usual pay day) is a shocker. The amount you have in the bank, is what you have. Done. Deal.

Moving towards this date. I rolled my eyes and agreed. There wasn't much I could do. I keep bragging about how I'm a breakfast person and my breakfast food hater/ night stalker boyfriend is trying to compromise and make a date with me. You say, yes.

I'll admit I was still in my warm bed when he called me to get shaking at 7:30! EEK. I'm a trooper and was ready in under 10 minutes ;)

One eye open I met him and his wrapped present. Quel est ceci?

We sat down and he was WIDE awake. Mama needed some coffee and I don't do coffee so it was some hot chocolate and OJ. Stat.

Then it happened...he went into this long diatribe and I'm not gonna you not. I was thinking what any other girl would have thought at this moment in time. No lies here, I'm kinda delusionally hopelessly Romantic. Big R.

He started with how he is some what twistedly happy he went through all his past (shitty) relationships; so he could really appreciate me.

He told me that I take great care of him and he doesn't know how he became so lucky.

At this point, the box has all my attention because I'm wondering and am anxcious how or where this is ending. And if it has anything to do with that box...

We had a few interruptions from the waitstaff. Jeez - can't they see what's happening, here?!?!

And then, the kicker, the creme de la creme that had me biting my tongue (for future reference I just need not to know when the big engagement may happen. Because I have to admit, I kind of liked the anxiety I was feeling at the moment. False or not, I could do it everyday. Is there a job where someone can give you a speech like this all the time? I want that.) - so, the kicker, here is what he said and you tell me you wouldn't have thought the same thing:

"I hope you know that I am done looking for Ms. Right. Because I think I found her with you."

Uhmmmmmmmmmm. Mama?

"I want to make a life with you" Then while I was biting tongue and rehashing in my brain every step that got me here this morning, he went into some speech about babies and I muted him because, babies? Who cares, we'll get to that when we do. As far I know the song still goes, '...first comes love, then marriage, then the baby in the baby carriage'

Then it was box time. WHOO HOO!! My cheeks are burning at this point and I'm pre-planning a reaction, I am so ready for it. Beyond ready.

I rip through the wrapping (great job on that Cowboy!) and open up a Rachael Ray book.

Ooooh because I've been so into her lately. And seriously, too. I reallize that other sentence sounds kinda sarcastic. But for real - I'm allover Ray and her 30 minutes. And last week I told him I didn't think I had enough recipe books. And I want to do a little teeny recipe book library in our kitchen. He gets points.

Back to the anxiety breakfast - he told me he wanted to buy me something to show his thanks that I'm in his life. Shit, if that's the kind of speech he gives for thanks, I seriously think I'll pass out for any other kind of speech he may give ;)