Orange is the New Black Vs. Being in a Relationship

     Love is not watching the next episode of Orange is the New Black S. 2 until your boyfriend can watch it with you....yes, I'm constantly weighing watching the next episode and being single with the possibility of "forever;" it's SO close!!!

     It's so weird, ya know, being in a relationship; all of the things that change. When I was single I binge watched ALL of Orange is the New Black S. 1....along with SOA, New Girl, Once Upon a Time, House of Cards, and many, many more.
     Now, most of you are probably thinking, "These shows aren't worth what could be 'love,' but I will tell you....these shows are there for me whenever I need them....pending I have Netflix and internet. =) Also, these shows are KIND OF like being in a relationship:

     1. I think about them when I'm not watching them
     2. I talk about them with my friends and family
     3. I usually have dinner with them (watching them)
     4. I'm all curled up with a blanket in the dark while lost in their essence
     5. I experience a range of emotions with them; laugh, cry....well...choke back tears I pretend not to have, become angry, feel loss when characters die or leave, feel joy when something great happens, etc.

     NOW! I am a VERY faithful girlfriend....and person in general. I don't cheat;never had an inkling to either. But, with that said, I'm finding it VERY difficult to not watch things like Game of Thrones and Orange is the New Black until my boyfriend CAN or WANTS to.

    In fact, I prefer to watch my TV shows like this:

Whereas my boyfriend will be like, "Let's watch an episode or two and then do something else..."

Or he'll watch one episode and then get food. This is me [and friends] while binge watching a show:

"No, no....we can wait to get food till after the next episode....

....okay, after the NEXT episode....."

But usually I'll wait till the season is over:

"Okay, I can eat, shower, go outside, talk to people, and other things that don't 

involve me glued to this show..."

But this is usually what happens once I binge finish a show:

    So....with all of that said. If my boyfriend EVER questions my loyalty to him or my love for him I can say,

"BABY!!! I wait until you and I can watch ________ show together!!!

If that tells you nothing then I don't even know what we're doing anymore!!!"

Recent Present- First Date

You know those people who have a great first date story and yours was just kinda, "eh?" Well, mine is on the side of greater than eh-er...? Whatever. Here's how it all began:

    After I swore off men for an eternity, for the eternity-ith time....*clears throat*....I jumped back on the bandwagon. And by bandwagon I mean Plenty of Fish. After trolling, as they say, the interwebs for someone less douchey than my recent ex (who thought the heart had one valve to pump sodium and one to pump potassium.....), I found this gorgeous blonde guy along the bottom of my screen. He wasn't a "match" or a "featured dude" or anyone that came up in my explicitly well thought out searches; he was just...there. And it didn't hurt that he had a full head of long gorgeous hair; it's my thing....one of my things.

Stephanie's "Things:"

Hair (and lots of it!)

Teeth (not perfect, but doesn't look like someone 

took a baseball bat to ya!....that's why god invented braces)

Smile (yes, diff than teeth)

Lips (the fuller the better; good ole kissin' lips!)

Glasses help, but not a requirement

Hands (Big....big, MANLY, Clive Owen in Closer mitts!)

     So anyway....I click on his picture and start researching my specimen. I then click back so I can read his profile after looking through his pictures. But I didn't press BACK. I pressed HOME. AND I LOST HIM!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

     So I have to try and find him.....again. Fuck. And I do. Then I read his profile, but want to check out his pictures again. So I click back again. NOPE! Clicked fucking HOME.....A-GAIN!!!! I had to search for him 3-4 times before I messaged him. At that, all I sent was:

"You're SO young!"

     Because, of course, I was turning 30 and he was turning 26 and when you're in your twenties EVERY YEAR COUNTS! Especially when he's a younger man....it's pretty true that men mature slower than women and, well, having a kid at 17 REALLY ages ya! So I was worried. But, nonetheless, we messaged, exchanged numbers, texted, and (unlike most men) he called me when he could. We texted while we were at work and chatted here and there after. We were SO excited to meet each other, but, unfortunately for us, it was not only St. Patrick's Day weekend, but also his AND his brother's birthday weekend; wtf? So we put off our first date until Sunday....so....here's the date. Well, almost.

     I was dog-sitting for a friend whilst he was out enjoying St. Patty's....I text him when I get home from my sitting-duties and say, "Sooo, I'm going to look different tomorrow." And I'm sure he was thinking that I cut or dyed my hair. NOPE! I type, "I got bit on the face by a dog." He responded with some wtf or omg or something of the "shocked" value, but then, like the man he is asked, "Can I see?" So I sent him a picture. The HUGE DOG got scared when I flipped my hair back, or was trying to bite at it, whatever, and ripped a CHUNK of my skin off of my lower cheek. It kept bleeding and even when I thought it stopped it started oozing; great! I could barely talk it hurt so much. Couldn't eat. Was excruciating to laugh! 

First Date Time

     And I rarely, literally less than a 1% chance, have someone come to my house on a first date, but turns out he was hung-the-fuck-over from the festivities and, well, a dog just tore a chunk of skin off of my face so I was like, "Fuck it. The dog started it, he can finish it. I've lived a good.....enough....life if he turns out to be a murderer!" From then we just sat around all day into the night talking, the best I could, and watching movies, and even went to cuddling...oh, and I think he brought Panera? We even kissed that day. But they best part, and I'll never forget how cute he was, was that he KEPT apologizing for being so....worthless...hungover...out of it....boring? I don't remember the term(s) he used, but it was cute. Especially because each time he'd apologize I'd point to my cheek/chinish area and say, "Dog. Ate my face. You're good" or "You think I could be out somewhere right now?" or "Dude, look at my face, you're good!" When  he'd kiss me he kept accidentally cupping my face....right where I was bitten....and I'd grab his hand quickly as gasp. He'd apologize every time. Not only didn't he make a big deal about it, but I really felt like he didn't notice it. And....sadly....2.5 months later....the scar is still there *sigh* but he never says anything about it. It's all me; bitching about how well and how fast it WAS healing and how it's like it just stopped. He just responds with, "You'll probably have it for a few years before it fades." And all I can think is how SO MANY of our pictures are going to have this STUPID scar! Right on my face! Not just birthdays and holidays, but even my graduation. BOO! But, much like the scar, I still have him too. 

Does My Boyfriend Love Me Like a Cheeseburger??

Present:

I've been dating this guy for a few days shy of a month now. We've been inseparable since we met, but not in the Romeo and Juliet-kind-of-way. We just text if we have time and spend every night with each other. It's the most lax, but caring relationship I've ever been in. With that said, obviously we've logged a lot of time together and we talk constantly about the past, present, future, and all of the little things that really make us us. Not just the "What's your favorite movie? What bands do you like? What's you favorite colour?" We talk about the stuff, but spend more time talking about why our favorites are our favorites; what it means on the deepest of levels; what many people forget is the real issue at hand. We also talk people a lot. Why we're friends with who we are, why we're not friends with people we're not, and we talk values, beliefs, and morals A LOT. Something many people seem to lack nowadays.

Fast Forward:

I think My Boyfriend told me he loved me twice in the past couple of days. I say "I think" because the concept of that happening is so foreign to me, because I'm NEVER in a long term relationship, so there's almost never an opportunity for that to possibly happen...unless he pulls a Ted Mosby on me.... I'm just not entirely sure I heard him right, maybe? Or maybe it was an "I love you" like when you eat a cheeseburger and you just look at it before you take a bite and say, "I love you" and then devour it. Or when you buy a video game and you enjoy playing it SO much that you just want to stare at the case and profess your undying gratitude for it. Or when you order your favorite drink and as it washes over your taste buds and rolls down your throat you just feel so euphoric and happy....

I just don't know. Is it the real, big-deal, actual L thing or does My Boyfriend simply love me like a cheeseburger??