Cristi has been traveling a lot. Which gives me some time alone to be a bachelor. Which basically means time to eat lousy dinners and watch way too much Tosh.O.
With that, her homecomings are a highly anticipated shift out of a lame routine. On my way to the airport, I usually start making plans for all the things we should do as soon as she lands. Make out. Go out for a drink or two. Sit on the porch and make out while we drink?
But last night it was cold. And we were both tired. I suggested red meat and she agreed. We hit the grocery store and 45 minutes later we were halfway through a late-night gourmet meal. It was a great reminder why we like each other—and why we’ll never be vegetarians.