All of the nights, why did my lover have to pick last night to get down?

I am going to apologize right up front. This is going to be one of those boyfriend brag posts. As a singleton, I hated those like taking science midterms (but when you have a boyfriend, suddenly, you devour these posts like crazy. So weird). Therefore, I figured I'd warn anyone viewing this so that you have an opportunity to quit reading and go play outside or (if it's like the Antarctica, which, according to my profile, is where I currently reside) do something else that makes you smile. Oh, and here is an article about all of the fun single things you can do (I've only been off the market for a month, so I still feel single sometimes. Plus, being single is super fun).

Here it is.

Last night, Dan, aka my boyfriend decided that he was going to surprise me. Fuck fuck fuck, the alarm bells went off in my head. Boyfriend surprises scare me to no end. In my past, they have either been over the top (a class ring given to me on Christmas three months into my first high school relationship) or downright awful (a Disney gum-wrapperesque wallet thing. Even if I liked Disney at all, it was just plain ugly). And I always have to fake like I like the surprises, which is never fun. Awkwardness abounds. Plus, in relationships, do you ever have that feeling like a bad surprise/ gift signifies that your significant other doesn't know you or that there is a lack of communication or something (and before you think I am a super ungrateful primadonna, I only exchange gifts with significant others on birthdays, yearaversaries, and Christmas, and I do appreciate the thought behind them, even if they do suck.)?

Anyway, needless to say, I spent the rest of the night after that avoiding Dan and his "surprise". But, since we live next door, it was pretty easy for him to find me, and find me he did, wearing his spirit wear sweatshirt and carrying a drawstring bag. He handed me a coded note, badly drawn picture included, that basically said the we were going to DRINK and WATCH UK SKINS on Netflix (aka the best show ever, see my previous post). Wow. I was definitely not ready for that one. Since he knows that I don't like "real dates" (too many awkward moments, and I am one of "those girls" that hates when guys pay). So he whips out some Barefoot wine and beer (any excuse to use my newly pilfered-from-my-mom-corkscrew-bottle-opener-combo is a good time) . He also proceeds to whip off his sweatshirt. Underneath, he was wearing this really nice argyle sweater that he knows I love. Damn. I am definitely dating the right kid. Needless to say, the rest of the night was quite enjoyable.