I Look Like a Hooker

Another weekend with my partner in crime, Ashley, is in full swing and by my request I let her put her Clinque skillz to work by making me look at trashy as possible. Needless to say she far exceeded my expectations. I'd be asking for $5 at most.

Onto where we left off last time - I believe my love-hate relationship with Christian was plummeting into a downward spirl (or upward into goodness, I don't quite remember). My birthday several weeks ago was definitely one to be remembered since he came over and shot out the question that had been floating in the air for the last several months - "will you be my girlfriend?". So it was second grade, but then again it had to be resorted to that level so that we both fully understood what we wanted, expected, and needed from the other. I, of course, said yes and the last three and a half weeks has been nothing but positive, romantic, and more than I ever expected. So much so that my typical "don't even try to screw me over" defensive was broken and I admitted just how much I care about him by dropping the L-bomb. While it seems like things have moved rapidly, we're both focusing on the fact that we've known something was there between us from the get-go, something way more involved and deep than either one of us had felt before.

So we're in love. Tomorrow after bringing Ashley home to the boonies of Mass., I'm heading over his place to play house for the evening while he makes us tacos and then cuddles on the couch with me to watch the finale of Rock of Love.