Category Archives: The boyfriend

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We were on our way home from a nice dinner and I started having a mini "I’m getting married soon" freak-out. To calm myself down, I began thinking about how perfect Mike is. He’s sweet, loving, cute, and an overall … Continue reading →

While in the car yesterday, Mike and I were talking about my job interview. "You should have brought up that your boyfriend is an architect," Mike said.   Ok, I’ll bite. "Why is that?" I asked. "That way they would … Continue reading →

Mike came to town this weekend to have an endoscopy done to determine why he is having trouble swallowing. Before the procedure they administer a drug called Versed, which makes the patient sleepy and causes them to forget what happened. … Continue reading →

Many people are flattered when they are asked for their ID while buying alcohol or trying to enter a bar. But is it flattering to be asked for your ID while purchasing glue from the hardware store? I guess Mike … Continue reading →

I think there are things growing in Mike’s refrigerator that even a microbiologist would be unable to identify. I found an opened bag of cheese that smelled and looked disgusting, and asked Mike how old it was. "Only about three … Continue reading →

Mike confessed something awful to me tonight, and I don’t know how to handle it. Should I leave him? Should I report him to the proper authorities? I am so upset that it is almost hard to write about what … Continue reading →

Happy three year anniversary Mike!!!   Thank you for the flowers. They are beautiful, and according to Isis, they taste great. I love you and can’t wait to see you again in a few weeks!

1. I do not have to be perfect. My little imperfections are some of the things he treasures the most about me. 2. I do not always have to be right. I usually am right, but on those rare off-days, he’ll … Continue reading →

I’m in Dallas visiting Mike, and he let me drive his car around yesterday while he was at work. Mike’s car is his baby. I think I was more nervous driving it than I was taking my pharmacology final. His … Continue reading →