sunday night drunk out of my mind making mac & cheese complaining about boulder ballet’s racism nbd all quiet on the homefront
Tonight we went to the movies. I drove, we bought our tickets separately, he bought the popcorn (and held it), but I ate most of it,
The movie ended and we sat through the credits talking about how hot Amy Adams is.
On the drive home, he told me about his date last night and I tried to convince him to go visit his OkCupid crush in Oklahoma City. When we got home, I did the dishes, he poured the wine, we sat down at the table together and promptly busied ourselves with texting romantic interests and small talking between long stretches of technology-induced silence. We discussed the eggs I purchased and whether or not they were cage free (they weren’t). I put the wine glasses in the sink and he let me use the bathroom to get ready for bed first.